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>>when all the rest of the world runs away...you give me shelter<< krystal harris' "angel on my shoulder"

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Writing in my blog is strange to me now. I feel that my entries should be amazing since my words are so infrequent now. I think i just might scrap the idea of periodic entries and just go for my usual routine of updating often. but beware, i'm fickle.

you did what?!
It's sad to say, but i've missed my workouts for the past two weeks. I've never strayed from the gym for more than a week, but now with the end of my internship coming up very quickly and with my fresh wounds, i can't help but stay home and work. I can't physically workout. I guess that's a good enough excuse to miss my "Cardio + Power" with Roxana today. This is good though, because come monday, when i'll most probably be decently healed, i can do my strength training and get sore. Yay, being sore. :o) fond memories.

positively speaking
this summer has been somewhat of an oxymoronic adventure. Lots of thinking and reading. Learning about the founding fathers of san francisco. The principles at the root of its skyscrapers and the grit behind the grandeur. All of those truths- raw truths- were seered into my cerebellum. Yet the very same brain that absorbs the city's history, sits in a skyscraper all day immersed in the supposed/apparent wonders of capitalism. I learn about greed, the lies, the manipulative scheming that went on in the SF Chronicle and in Hearst's papers as well as the men who invented the cable car and see it mimicked by the same suits who run the city and therefore the world. And yet how can i look my superiors in the face and say that i want to do this for the rest of my life. To contribute to something that can only stunt my personal growth. I can't be me. It only drives me to play the game even better. To maintain and tighten my grasp on myself::the dream and to use the system as a stepping stone.