Morning sucked

Wow, this morning was bad. I got up at 7:30, feeling very good, but then decided an extra half hour won’t kill me. I then proceded to wake up at 9, which is the time German starts, so I had to book my ass all the over there. That wasn’t the worst of it though. You see, I didn’t do the right homework the night before. We were assigned activity I in our workbooks, of chapter 3. Not paying attention, I accidentally did chapter 2’s activity I. : (

Some more things happened today, but it’s getting late, hahaha.

Oh yeah, hamstring injuries SUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK.

Timestamp – 1:41 AM

Follow upings.

Yeah, college life thus far as been pretty awesome, haha. I’ve met a lot of people already, and I’m definitely enjoying the chance to spread my wings. For example, I’m taking German, hahaha. That’s right, ich lerne nicht Französich, aber lerne Deutsch. I love the way it sounds, haha. I’m also taking Taekwondo over here. Of course, given from the last post you already knew all of that, but man, after so many years of wanting to try a martial art, finally getting to do one is  a blast. Thus far, I’ve learned front stance, back stance, fighting stance, walking stance, upper defence, middle defence, lower defence, knife hand block, side kick, roundhouse, and front kick. Hahaha still just a white belt, but when I put on that uniform for the first time, I just felt so… right. It’s like, after weeks of going to practice in a t-shirt and shorts, I’m finally wearing my uniform proudly.

Also, mentioned last post, I joined an Ultimate Frisbee Intramural team at my school. Team Chuchu is made of some people I met at Koinonia, a Christian fellowship on UC Davis. Now hold your horses folks, I haven’t exactly converted. It all started with eating dinner with some of Ed’s friends, who turned out to be Koinonian peoples. Then there was the Freshman Welcome celebration they did with free food and lots of fun activites. The people are just really great people, and I have a lot of fun with them. Also, I met Jesse at Koinonia, which was awesome. She’s my most regular hang out buddy at this point, haha. I’d say some more things, but right now I know she stalks my blog and like, there are complicated things going on underneath the surface between us.

*Segues* Yeah, that’s one of the things that I can’t exactly get over when it comes to blogging. There are things I want to say about people from time to time, only that those people read my blog, and would thereby know what I’m saying. You know? I can’t say like, “Oh by the way, don’t read this particular post. I don’t want to know what I said,” and etc. Even beyond talking about people, I can’t be like, “Oh I got this gift for Ed’s birthday and he’s going to be hella surprised by it,” or you know, just things like that. It just makes we wonder about how private I should make things.

If you kept an eye on my previous posts, you would have saw that I put up a protected blog post, only to take it down immediately after. At the moment, only one person knows what that post entails just because I told him/her about it over the phone, and I doubt I’ll post that back up anytime soon.

There’s so much more to talk about, specifically my classes, but I’ll save that for later in the day. I’m getting tired and my chair aggravates my hamstring. DX

Timestamp – 1:14 AM

Pulled hamstrings suck

Yeah. I pulled my left hamstring on Sunday during Taekwondo : (. I was already sore from Thursday’s practice, and I didn’t get a chance to stretch over the weekend. While the blame really falls onto myself, I’d like to take the time to blame the commute up and down to San Jose, hahahaha. I mean seriously, this sucks. I have an Ultimate Frisbee game today with my Intramural team, but I have to sit out of it now : (.

Although, I’m lucky it’s not as bad as it could have been. After the initial “HOLY CRAP MY LEG” moment, my instructor let me sit out of the running exercises to stretch. But I mean, it’s really demoralizing to just be sitting there while everyone else is working. I tried to get up and join in at the end of the sprints, but my instructor stopped me again. She then told me about how she once hurt her hamstring, let it rest for a week, thought it was better, attempted to run, and then put herself into another two weeks of recovery.

I was planning on writing more in this post, but I have class at 1. I’ll just follow up this evening or something.

Timestamp – 12:24 PM

Return of Early Morning Alex

He stood admist a sea of blood and corpses, his scythe shining in the crismon-dyed moonlight. For many years I have hunted this man, a monster of man who journeys from village to village, slaying anything he wishes to be dead. I came not for revenge, nor did I desire to stop him. I came not to ask him why, but how. How was it, that this walking mass murder had yet to be stopped? Why did the world turn a blind eye to this man, who has killed more than any plague or catastrophe?

“You ask a question that I can not answer with words, my friend. Walk beside me and perhaps you’ll find the answers you seek.”

For many seasons I followed him, waiting for the light. Instead I learned that he does not merely kill. To a select, arbitrarily chosen few, he impaled upon that wicked blade, and held them as they bled. He inhaled their last breath, burned their last words in his mind, felt their bodies last quivers. He left survivors from time to time, only to watch them from afar, observing their adaptations. All the while, he said nothing to me. For those seasons past, not a word passed between us. It was as if we were walking on a crowded street. Although one often steps on the heels of the other, ultimately we ignore those around us.

The day would come when the scythe found its way through my chest, and I could feel my heart beating against the cold metal. In his eyes, I saw my soul reflected. A completely objective view of myself, sans emotion, memory, or value. Slowly, I found myself drawn to the eyes of the dying man. In those eyes, I could see the image of victim before me, equally objective. Equally emotionless. Equally worthless. And again, the image reflected, showing the soul slain before. Hundreds upon thousands of souls, all amounting to nothing.

It was fear. Fear that kept this man unchallenged. To confront him was to confront the truth. Our lifes, our conventions, our hopes, our fears, our sin, our salvation, all that we have worked to create, both physically and idealogically, amount to nothing. And so, I too faded away into nothing, becoming yet another zero in his collection. No, that’s not right. I did not become nothing. I simply…was.

Timestamp – 1:46 AM

Strange timing yesterday

I was looking for parking for my bike, when a man in a suit approached me, offering a mini New Testament Bible. Oddly enough, on my mind at the time was developing a catchphrase/creed for a possible NaNoWriMo idea. That catchphrase? “No rest for the wicked, no hope for the damned.” Then I am presented with a free bible, hahaha.

I know I should blog more about college life, but everything has been happening at a rapid pace, with excruciating lulls in activity. It could be like, Go to class for an hour, have a two hour break, then class for 2 hours, and etc etc. It feels as though I have excess time and not enough time for everything. Consider this a small step back into blogging.

Timestamp – 3:52 PM