We do gym...still

Uneventful day...

For the exception of my very reason for getting up in the morning ends tomorrow. Fuck I miss school already. Here I am, overwhelming feelings, a thousand miles away from another real challenge.

Part of me will always be there.

Anyways, been looking for a gym for the summer...then again I currently don't have a job, but alas, the search continues. What I want is Oylmpic platforms, apparently they are harder to find than an honest politician.

I have so much more to write, but not the heart to write it, not today.

Another waste of four months here I come...

I would have gone with you to the end.

But you guys already know that...

It's almost over, just a few days...then my days will be nothing but clear, simple, and plain.

That's just fine, they are just one of my names.

I'm never alone.

I'm alone all the time.

Light years

That's how far I've come since last we spoke.

Who's doing this? Who's killing me? Who's robbing me of life and light.

Get err done, that's what I'm saying for tomorrow's ass fucking that is Programming.

Don't let this keep me out of Civ, I've sacrificied so much.

The last few days summed up as quick as I can, as it's 1:30 am, I'm fuck-tired, want to sleep, but also want to keep the world updated on the life and times of his Highness.

Libray is my home. I treat it as such. I respect it as such. I hate it as such.

Over the last few days, I've watched a bunch of Korean movies, which I shall probably not review, but I do recommend A Dirty Carnival ohh man, being a gangster would beat out engineer anyday.

Watched Tigerland today, ohh man..a young JACKED Colin Farell. Man, I do like that movie. Kinda like the guy I want to be, the rebel with the heart of gold.

Programming is hard. When I say hard, I mean fucking hard. I am struggling through these past exams. Not a good sign when you are 4 days out from dust off.

Going back to the gym for the first time in a week tomorrow. Shoulder is likely not healed, I will push through it, continue, and live the rest of my life in pain. I have decided this. Looking good and having strength is more important to me than health and comfort.

P.s. Uneventful day...

Witty

I hope he heeds my words about dealing with this in an orthodox manner.
He will. He's the best damn doctor on the wing, or any other wing for that matter.
He's a wild card.
But I'm glad he's in our deck.
Let's hope he plays a fair hand.
He'll come up trumps.
If there's not a joker in the pack, and sometimes there is!

Still in the suck

I am worried how this one is going to end. Fall hard or fall harder or push them to the ground. If I'm not careful, someone is getting hurt. What would Keith Hernandez do?

Anyways, still pushing it at Gerstein, I mean I don't exactly study HARD but at least I am there and fighting the good fight. The only fight worth fighting. The only way I can beat this hate/fear of Gerstein is to meet it face to face. Game on.

Days like this, you have to deal with all the shit normally, except now you do it under a rain burning roof.

So lately people have asked me about my summer, if I have travel plans, etc. Well I do...I'm going home.

In Summer

Pardon the real lack of updates as of late. I have just been buring the candle at both ends, and not on the computer much at all. You know me, study hard, chase girls, work like a man...or woman for that matter, I saw a girl row 70s today, shitty form but still...I row 75's, up from 70 last week. Beast.

Anyways, enough about you...let's talk about me. Here is a little known fact, and by little known, I mean no one but my parents, me and now the readers know. My actual name is David James. If anyone asks my middle name, I tell them it is James. But the factof the matter is I do not have a middle name.

My name is-by parts-First: David James Last:King.

No one knows that. I never want to hear the name ever again. Mary calls me it and I hate it, hate it with a firey passion that burns deep in my soul. Maybe because it's gay or maybe it is because I hate that woman. Who knows?

So...hungry...and it is 10:20 pm, I should be sleeping right now. Damn you Gerstein, damn you. You knowm you just gotta study somtimes. A line must be drawn here. This far, no further...I'm not saying staying late nights in that emotional roller coaster is going to be easy. I'm going to work harder than I've ever worked before. But that's fine, I'll just get tougher with it. Failure is not an option.

That's how winning is done.

Wish I had a worry rock

Another sentimental argument and bitter love
Fucked without a kiss again dragged it through the mud
Yelling at brick walls and punching windows made of stone
The worry rock has turned to dust fallen on our pride

A knocked down dragged out fight
Fat lips and open wounds
Another wasted night an no one will take the fall