Ohiogozaimasu! Decided to write this one without getting outta bed today. The mama-san's cleaning the stairs and I swear she descended from a long line of ninja ancestry. Okinawa has a proud tradition of hand to hand martial arts.... Tae Kwon Do practically started here. It's a shame I didn't get past green belt. I have a bit more dedication to sports nowadays. Wednesday night was basketball night with the pops, and they had me guard Tom. Tom is black, and freakin' gigantic. Six five-ish, with a mean lay-up. I'm telling you this so you understand the current condition my body's in. Le Tired. For some reason, yesterday after guitar lessons I skated past Mihama. A couple miles on my longboard is no biggie, it's a top-of-the-line cruiser, plus, the smoother asphault is that-a-way. Also, I played soccer with the marines again on Foster. Field One if anyone's interested, Tuesdays and Thursdays, 6pm. (We only had ten last time, I'd like a couple more.) I got back, helped my dad with a couple of chores, and passed out. I woke up this morning, but my body didn't. It's one of those days where you have to really want something to get up and walk to it. My legs haven't had this much punishment since my last (well, only) breakup. (I run when I get my panties in a twirl--Stress Relief.) There will be no running anytime soon. Tonight's entertainment includes a barbecue where the basketball guys will most likely be talking about 40 to 50 year old things, considering that's how old most of them are. Also a younger crowd party at Matt's friend's house; however, this includes beer, and alcohol is the enemy. I was hungover for soccer and if I'm ever unable to play the glorious sport because of booze again I will be very upset. It was frustrating.
I'm looking forward to seeing Dave Ralston live.. he's pretty good and I'll get to sit real close. Also looking forward to taking care of Razziematazz! (Tiny, loud Jack Russell terrier that is sweeter than mochii) Now back to grading papers... okibum, out.
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