I Do Not Hook Up

Mark was talking about going to hookah today. Never heard back from him, though.

Guro arranged for class tomorrow morning at 11:00AM. I then busted a #3 to that bartender, Lisa, so that after I rest up tonight, I'll have more testosterone tomorrow to fight stronger during practice.

I went to the gym. I guess I didn't eat enough carbs. I couldn't finish my final set on the bench press without taking off 10 pounds on each side.

I was supposed to eat dinner with mommy, but there was also the option of tomorrow during the day (after FMA class, IF there even is class considering Guro's flakiness). For some reason, mom doesn't have work during the day like she normally does. Only at night. It must be some kind of weird 4th of July weekend schedule.

But the real reason why I wanted to stay at home is because Kelly Clarkson, a.k.a. my future baby's mama, was performing her hit single I Do Not Hook Up on So You Think You Can Dance at 9:00PM on FOX. I was jumping up and down on my bed while I simultaneously updated my status on Facebook and posted a bulletin on Myspace accordingly.