“A good habit to aquire, if you are interested in disciplining your strength, is the habit of habit-breaking. For one thing, to change your habits deliberately on occasion prevents you from being entirely consistent; for another, it prevents you from becoming any more a vassal than you have to. Do you smoke? Stop smoking for a few years. Do you part your hair on the left? Try not parting it at all. Do you sleep on your left side, to the right of your wife? Sleep on your stomach, on her left. You have hundreds of habits: of dress, of manner, of speech, of eating, of thought, of aesthetic taste, of moral conduct. Break them now and then, deliberately, and institute new ones in their place for a while. It eill slow you up sometimes, but you’ll tend grow strong and feel free. To be sure, don’t break all your habits. Leave some untouched forever; otherwise you’ll be consistent.”—John Barth ” the floating opera”
who do I like.. Right now at this point in time, I find there are like one or two girls I genuinely think are interesting, and that I fins myself thinking about daily. However I know neither of them well enough to form a concise answer to your question. Sorry. (Plus I can’t make it that easy can I?)
aww yeah, so I went to the tournament Sat. and we won the first 2 of our three games which was epic! and then right before the last point of the last game (which we lost). I had the most epic layout (diving catch) ever.. Well it was.. until right before i hit the ground I hit someones knee… with my back…. Then I rolled and by rolled I mean I started to and then with all of my medical expertise realized I shouldn’t flop around like fish if I had just hurt my back, right? anyways. yeah so then I laid there and focused on a blade of grass with what felt like everyone around me saying stuff like “are you okay?” “dude just try and breathe.” “where did you get hit” “that was a sick layout” “are you spasm-ing?” “can you move, or sit up?” that went on for a minute while I gasped like thatfish because I got the wind knocked out of me and my back started spasming. I was saying “ah my back it’s my back gyeeeeuuuuuuhhhh” but really and in all honesty I was thinking “fuck, fuck,fuck, I hope I can get up, I hope this isnt anything serious. I bet this is going to make a sick bruise. breathe sweet jesus just breathe. dont go into shock, I hope I can still walk, and bike and such.fuck this hurts.” it was pretty fucking awful. but after a minute I realized I could stand up, so I hobbled my way to the medical booth. where the lady looked at my back and said “oofta, thats gonna be sore” but she was like yeah it’s probably your muscles heres some ice. I drove everyone back home as well as myself then i sat around my back in pain. My dad (doctor) was like ouch well looks like you probably hurt the muscles maybe broke or cracked a rib or two. and so tomorrow (monday) im going to go get x-rays and tests to see if i messed up my kidneys.:) and I have to go to school tomorrow which I can’t even imagine, sitting on couches hurts enough. However I’m still glad I can walk and breathe(even though it hurts a little) Unfortunately I still have and I have no clue how Spinferno-A did the rest of the weekend.