F@%$!

Spring break 2007 is almost over. It's been 7 straight days of chicken and beer... I think. Eat and drink all I want and just run it all off. That seems to be the diet and workout routine. 300 status looks dim, but eventually. No. Maybe closer to not likely suits me well.

Me trying to look handsome at the place, during the time while doing that thing.


I almost broke my motherfuckin' neck while playing ball today. Instead, I got undercut. I jammed my thumb and hurt my back that isn't already hurting. Luckily I landed on my back and tailbone and not my head or my arm. If I my initial reaction wasn't to grab the guy's shoulder to break my fall, I would be done for.

Adding insult to injury, I'm tired of bullshit. I won't bring it up. Don't ask. If you do, I'll just say, "It's okay," 'cause everything eventually works itself out in the end. Just know that I'm upset. I don't wear my heart on my sleeve and who am I to judge one's perspective? I think I'm too nice of a person and it's slowly deteriorating my belief that people all have good intentions. Bottled up emotions will eventually burst, but not just yet. You can't put a price tag on experience. And with that, it will somehow make me a better person.

Song of the day: Jack Johnson - Flake