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Ahh, so today I did the college thing for the first time. Go me.

After the first class was over, things seemed less heavy. After my last class, I scooted across the street to Mikey’s. Evan gave me a ride to where I left my car, which was very much appreciated since the wind was so cold it actually burned my stupid face. It was also dark outside, and after 6 p.m. the buses tone it down and only appear at seemingly sporadic intervals. It was nice to see Evan, though. Fencing hasn’t been in session so I haven’t had to park at their house.

I had a lot of time to kill between classes, so I went it to the gym. It was a bit of a haul, so I’m going to try using the rec center on campus, at least on Wednesdays. Running, I sucked a bit. I had been thinking that I need to retire my gym shoes, since my joints have been feeling more compressed after a workout. There I go. I’m always making excuses for why I suck at running. I mean, my form is good. Kyle, who’s a bit of a track beast, said this, so it must be true. I always see people on treadmills who run like they belong in The Muppet Show, and they can haul ass for an hour or more. I wouldn’t say my stamina is a force to be reckoned with, but I can stay on that nice ass machine for a half hour, and that’s something Joey can’t do for five minutes. Joey. Ran track. Uses “The Perfect Push-up” every night. Yeah.

A the fact I can’t seem to live with: my hip is funky.

(And my groove is filthy.) (I’m kidding.)

But last night, we revisited that same crane form that screwed me over on test day, and sure enough I continued to struggle through tai chi. I even only used the daggers. Matt took the butterfly knives, because he’s that kind of gentleman. Truthfully, I really only enjoy the butterfly knives as mirrors if I’ve braided my hair during stances and I want to see how it turned out.

Ever since the test, I’ve been having issues with my left hip, and I don’t want to stay off of it for a few days and sacrifice progress in my “Look Freaking Stellar by Summertime” regimen.

Now, I know I haven’t mentioned this, but something I’ve been ultra-psyched about is that I’ll be at the ice rink on Tuesdays and Thursdays.

More specifically, I will be ice skating at the ice rink on Tuesdays and Thursdays.

This will be one of two things: interesting, or catastrophic. I haven’t touched the ice, or even dreamt of gently caressing the ice since I was a junior in high school. I went to an open skate a few winter breaks ago, but there really isn’t much you can do when there are appendages at every turn and you don’t want to accidentally slice one off. Kind of a lawsuit waiting to happen.

I want to ask a physical therapist at the gym about my hip, but I need to do it in a way that won’t cost me money. Hm…

Well…

I went about today still kind of shaken up. Actually spent half an hour on the nice ass machine.

I had asked a few people today if they’d let me vent a little, but none of them really seemed to have the time. This here blog is a little less exclusive than I thought, but…

I’ll be up front. A big thing that’s been bothering me is Joey. More specifically, the things he’s been doing.

He’s out of my reach. Kind of like you said, you don’t tell things to your sister simply because she is your sister.

So you talk to your best friend, right? Well, I think Joey’s best friend has been letting himself go. Of course Joey follows suit, because Joey looks up to this kid more than anyone else.

If anything were to happen to Joey, I’d be walking around as dead on the inside as he would be on the outside. Just wanted to make that clear. I know you guys would lose a friend, but try to imagine what I’d lose.

Think about it.

If I had friends that I saw every day, I wouldn’t be relying on an online journal to express myself.