My alarm went off at 6:00 AM.
94.9
Rihanna again.
The same rain that hit last night still hits this morning.
The ground must be fucking soaked.
My stolen Under Armor tights are one year old now.
10 Position Sprints.
Olympic CNS Plyos.
Jog-Sprint Endurance Circuit.
Casey Ikeda is probably still asleep in his dorm room.
dreaming about whatever, wrapped up in his blankets.
and he'll still be faster than me come March 8th.
I slam one scoop of CellMass in my bathroom.
I wait twenty minutes.
I slam one scoop of Gold Standard in my kitchen.
The 51 takes forever.
I piss in La Pinata.
The driver on the 50 gives me a big smile and I wish I wasn't wearing my headphones so I could ask him how his day has been.
4 Drop Sets of Shoulder Press.
5 Supersets Pull-Ups/Lat Pulldowns.
2 Sets Shoulder Shrugs.
I didn't put the weight all the way back on the rack.
It slipped and I tried to catch it.
My fingernail was totally black and throbbing in less than a second.
I fucking bitched out on Abs again. Blamed it on the nail.
I asked Erin about Compost.
I asked Erin about Recycling.
I didn't ask Erin about the Styrofoam in the Cafe.
We bitched about the shitty new counselors.
McLovin was rowdy as hell at the park.
and had some bomb-ass banana bread.
My grandmother ran a redhot paper clip through my fingernail.
the blood spurt out like a volcano.
and kept coming for like 10 minutes straight.
and now I'm sitting at my computer typing without my middle finger trying to figure out what I'll do tonight wishing Rachel Valler was 19 hoping she never reads this and secretly hoping she does.
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