Big news; I'm going straight-edge starting Saturday. First race is on the 27th.
We're doing lots of test pieces, so I gotta keep up with the other beasts. This past weekend didn't help much. Not being drunk will - or should - cause two things: I'll post blog entries more often, and I'll stop being physically destructive. Violence isn't my scene, but the weekend exposed the laughable weakness of an off-campus house's locked bedroom door.
Martin Luther King Jr. Day marked my only heartbreak. I celebrated in a similar fashion when it happened last year; El Toro then, Captain Morgan this year. That and Jersey Shore string together my relationship with my sister.
Women.
The ROTC suits that run the building we practice asked coach to have us not take our shirts off while we're in there; "shirt rule." After today's test piece, I said, "Coach, I could have pulled like ten times faster, but my shirt was weighing me down."
