Flippin' through and turned to Patch Adams for a bit...

There's that patient in room 305, who's sleeping all the time because he's in pain and he's terminal...

There's plenty of time to sleep when you're dead.

So I finished "Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows"...

... and I must say that it's going to be a damn expensive movie.

God, I need strength...

My workload is going to kill me unless You are there with me.

Thanks, Channing

Obstacles are put in your way to see if what you want is really worth fighting for.

"The virtuous spirit has no need for thanks or approval, only the conviction that what has been done is right."

It is too easy to make myself train physically, but a much greater challenge to train myself mentally. And therefore, the latter is clearly the more worthwhile.

Today, I came to a realization...

If I don't exercise/train, I don't feel right for the whole day until I do.

Bought a cheap $4 wooden boomerang...

... and it sucked.

This is post # 400

The number 4 is bad...
And thus my news is.
I've never paced around, feeling so helpless.
My heart is breaking.

But I can only help by setting the example that is so very much needed.

The root of my problem is calculus...

Therefore, I must review calculus.

Thank you, Lord. I know that perhaps I shouldn't be doing so, but please understand...
My ego took a huge blow after the leech.
But this one surpasses the leech, and restored my confidence.
So thank you.
I realize nothing needs to happen now, but if it does, I wouldn't stop it.
And at the same time, my self-development must still continue.
Thank you.

AND...

it happened.
Damn it all.

Everything happens for a reason...

If it should've happened, it would've.
Guess Someone Up There is tellin' me that it wasn't time or it wasn't right.

So I was surfin' porn websites...

... and it really made me wonder how they make money if most people simply upload the sets to file hosting sites..?

Let every day be one that I can improve on myself just a little bit more...

Gross as it may be assumed to be...

I want to try the "Hot and Spicy" variety of Spam.

We carry the most dangerous weapon in the world inside these thick little skulls of ours.

God gives you chores...

... to:
(1) Take your mind off of depressing things
(2) Pontificate
(3) Give you a way to give back

Because I hate the DPS...

... and its long lines...
... and because I have since discovered that you can renew your license online...
... my license picture from senior year of high school (bleached) will probably remain on my license for the rest of my life.

Almost died yesterday...

... was very lucky.
Got lost going to HBU from I45. Fine. Figured it out.
On 610 West, in the middle of the street was an old car (made of metal vs fiberglass or whatever) that had stopped in the center lane. I think at least 3 tires out, so THAT was probably the reason.
Anyway, I was in the center lane. Saw it, quickly signalled left and moved left.
The big white truck behind me... not so lucky.
It PLOWED into that deadweight car, knocking it over a lane, the truck itself spinning 3-4 lanes over in the other direction. Pieces flew, and at least 3 other cars sustained damage.
Saw it all in my rearview mirrow.
Like something out of a movie.
I marveled at my reflexes.
Then I quickly thanked God.

So yeah, Rampage won...

... and I was right. But I did see it going either way. But damn, Chuck was sloppy.

Training is fun. Mo and I got into the mitt feeding. 'twas very badass. She knocked me with a right hook into the pad right in front of my solar plexus and drummed it. Sucked. But I was so happy.

Spider. We must play, team.

I still think about her. What else can I do to expunge her from my mind? In retrospect, it happened with Ashley too. Gawd, I'm a fool.

July 4th will be... interesting. A test of Superman's mettle and integrity. Integrity? Me? Y'know... there was a time that I wouldn't have scoffed at it.

I have a lot to answer for. And a lot to pay for. And I'll do my best.

Reading and studying are taking place... outside of classes.

Time to sharpen every aspect.

The Tudors is an awesome show. But Henry VIII was a fat bastard... not a skinny, somewhat-muscled, androgenously-featured man of short stature. Where's Deadwood?

And still yet... I can't help but think (hope?) that...

And let's not forget: Spread positive karma.