Beautiful Disaster

I rocked out pretty well during guitar practice yesterday, warming up with Study in E Major and finishing with Etude in F Major.  'Lil Ryan, with his mom, came in after me as always.  Their whole family saw me after I got out of the Renaissance Faire last month, still in semi-wardrobe.  'Lil Ryan's mom has not let it down.  I had to put up with all their teasing, all in good fun.

I picked up these methodology papers from Dave that I can use to write one of my essays for Guro.  Dave asked me to hug him "like I hugged those lesbians" last New Year's Eve.  What a humor.

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I visited Brian Coffin (a.k.a. my homeboy from GNC - not to be confused with my roommate whom I went to Vegas with) today at the GNC.  I had to explain to this regular loiterer, Manual, the "causal loop" theory of Terminator.  He had a good point, though, that the philosophies of Terminator and The Matrix trilogy are related.  But I can't believe this poser was trying to downplay the weight that I bench press when witnesses say that he can't even do more than 25 lbs on each side.  Brian then let me borrow a Tae Kwon Do comedy called The Foot Fist Way.

I was about 30 minutes late to Capoeira.  I lost track of time watching youtube videos of Kelly Clarkson singing Beautiful Disaster.  I like to think that she's singing about me in that song.  Kevin called me while I was watching.  He likes how I think of KC as my future baby's mama.

We're finally starting to learn aerials in Capoeira ... er ... the more advanced students actually.  I'm still in the remedial class.  A new student named Certel - I'm really not sure how it's spelled - who wrestles taught me how to shoot in properly today in Capoeira.  

I visited Brian again at the GNC afterward.  A security guard named Ken was there.  I actually roundhoused him the fuck out back in my high school days.  But hopefully he doesn't recognize me.  I told Brian the story after he left.  Brian laughed and said that I "Cro-Cop'd him," in reference to UFC Fighter Marco "Cro Cop" Filipovic who has devastating knock out roundhouses.

At the mall, I saw an old co-worker named Alicia who I used to jack off to.  She has a kid now, which she didn't yet back then.  It occurred to me, what's up with every girl that I've had a crush on being married and/or having kids or STILL having the same boyfriend despite me waiting in the wings for so long (sometimes years)?

I gotta watch this Foot Fist Way DVD now.