Good Riddance (Green Day)

I'm working on three hours of sleep with aching non-butch muscles. My arms ache from free rock climbing (/fail) on Tuesday, then proceeding to sit down for the rest of the day to write a 10 page research paper. Rolling out of bed the next day and proceeding to work out really helped out the pangs of not-awesome.

If I get butch arms from working out, I'm going to fake girl cry. But not really. My arms have seriously gone from skinny puny Asian uselessness to "wow, I can't wrap my one hand around my right bicep anymore."

It doesn't sound impressive, but it really is.

My right arm is getting considerably bigger than my left one. I keep frowning at either one -- maybe through stare therapy, one may expand or the other will shrink. I've decided to try to become increasing ambidexterous. The first task I assigned myself was to use my left hand as much as possible.

Brushing my teeth with my left hand was ridiculous.

But yeah, three hours of sleep. I'm actually buzzing with energy. Raring to go. Sleep is for the weak.

I say that, but I actually love sleep. Won't even lie. Sleep is awesome. But mind over matter, my dearest, and you can run on very little. Sleep, that is.

Today: workout, sit in a psychology class (that's not mine), Jasminder-time, Greg&Matt in CAB, N290, busride, wings @ Suzy Cues.

This is my first truly public blog. I have a lot of my thoughts scattered on the internet, but this place seemed like a nice new corner to shove stuff into.




Thought of the day:
Have the strength to be vulnerable.