Today was just like any other day, despite it being my birthday. Didn’t do much. I ate some ice cream cake, went to McDonald’s, got a few good wishes from my friends and classmates (whom I thank for their thoughts.) And that pretty much summed up the day besides a real ass breaking workout. Short and intense bursts, thats what I’m training with, and that’s what the NYPD website suggests so that’s what I’ll follow. I did some martial arts and boxing today mostly, combined with push ups and lots of running earlier in the day and some more running to the supermarket after my workout at home. In class I got a 92 on a test I took two days ago. It’s quite glorious but I don’t think I fared as well on the last two tests, which sets me back some. I think I’m two for two or something like that in terms of tests. Whatever, I’ll pass. I’m not missing any homework in class anyway.
It’s hard to believe I’m seventeen already. Seems like everything flew by. I can still remember being a little wee tot and playing with my little action figures, on the living room floor. And it also seems like I can see myself progress for every stage in my life. Probably the most touching one for me is my middle school to early high school stage. I was such an unbelievable dork and so so awkward. All I could think about was wanting a relationship and then one day I finally got one and it seemed to be everything I ever wanted until it turned upside down and spit me out. I haven’t been able to stop having dreams about my ex. This is the second night in a row. Maybe there’s something I need to do, visit an ancient Native American dream interpreter or go to a sweat lodge. Whatever it is, I really hope I don’t have a dream about my ex tonight because it’s making me really sick.
I still cry when I listen to Linkin Park’s first three albums, especially Reanimation, because the songs on that album hold a special place in my heart where I was in middle school and so in love with this girl, who till this day remains an absolute beauty in my eyes but ultimately an impossibility. I wanted nothing more on Earth, than to have her. Obviously never got her, even if I did, what the hell would I have done? I was in middle school and I wasn’t even producing any seminal fluids yet. I was so stupid and so innocent and thats what makes me cry besides the obvious romantic attachment to the thoughts of me being a little thirteen year old. So all in all, the day was good. Nothing quite like a little activity to get the juices working, and seeing a nice score written in big red letters on your Math test. Fantastic.
