at present

Lots of thoughts going through my head today, some from last night, some from the events of the early morning.

I'm thinking about some stupidity happening between friends on facebook. I'm past the point of caring about it, but I'm irritated that it even happened. One person doesn't understand simple sarcasm, one person jumped to way too many conclusions, and the third -- who started it all -- likes starting things with people to get reactions. It pisses me off that they are like that, but it's something I'll have to accept about them.

At the same time, it will earn them some pretty curt responses for a while. They just don't learn. I've told them so many times not to do these things to people, but they just like toying with people to see what happens when ____. It's stupid, it's annoying and it always blows up in his face.

Whatever.

Then my mom with her constant worrying/wondering if I am/will become gay. If I do, I do. If I don't, I don't. I don't like how she feels the need to pussyfoot around the issue. Just come out and say what I already know: you are terri-fuckin-fied that I will end up being gay. Not even for religious reasons. It's just not something she wants to deal with right now.

Whatever.

At least I'm having fun with exercise. Monday, I killed my triceps by doing 3 sets of 20 lifts over my head and 3 sets of 20 of another exercise. Yesterday, I ran for about 27 minutes with Rickey. After all of that running, in Chuck Taylors, I did an analysis of the track we ran. The exact path we ran came to 3.4 miles. We ran that, counting being thrown off by my three 10-second breaks, in 27 minutes. On average, that's just a little over a mile in 9 minutes. I haven't run like that in about.... 7 months or so, so that plus being in chucks had my lower legs screaming. Good thing I'm a masochist. Honestly, I felt like I was sucking it up for taking that long. Rickey says I did pretty good. Considering the average is 10-minutes per mile and I was running better than that including pauses, I guess I should heed his advice.

After that, we came home and he taught me a little about kicking and form. I practiced that for a bit, then took a good, long, warm shower. Felt nice. Danced in the shower (yes, on the same legs I ran with).

Earlier that day, I spent some time talking to Rickey and watching Kenichi and seeing how the things he did are related to real martial arts. Good conversation and fun to watch besides. We had roommate time and hung out downtown at The Grill.

Yay.

Brandon and I talked the other day. He was talking about some of his struggles with things and he pointed out that sometimes being in certain environments made it hard for him to fight off certain temptations.

He then went on to talk about this ministry he was very interested in being involved with. The way he described it was beautiful. He was thirsty for it. He felt like it would straighten up and maintain his integrity more easily. After that, he explained that, if he were to pursue that -- if he were to change his life, he would have to give up a lot of things. One of those things might be our friendship.

I looked at him, and thought, then said this: don't let our friendship be an excuse for not pursuing something you are passionate about. Your passion is the only way to escape this mess. If this is the way God has given you to change things, then do it and stop making excuses. I might hate it, but I won't die. He can go his way if he needs to. If it gains him anything in Christ, then my friendship is a small sacrifice to make.

Yay for the "Hell Yeah!" life.

I have some projects I need to work on. I guess I will. I just don't feel like doing anything or being bothered with anything or anyone really this week (but I will). Ced called. Tai called. MB called. They all want to get together or hang out or whatnot. GCC is being dumb...

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