A week in a day...

Projects, mid-terms, madness.

Take homes, preparations, studying.

Lab reports, lab tests, lab work.

Gone crazy yet? I'm not sure I have, but it's delightfully close!

No less, it's more work than I've got time if I want to have ANY kind of life outside of the classroom. I've been just too sick to go to capoeira, so there has been a lack of exercise and now a total lack of time. Go figure. Yet, I'll get it done one way or another.

Japan?

What the hell? Where did that come from?!

I'm going. At least, as soon as I buy a ticket and figure out why the additional fees and taxes are (in a week) $300 MORE than before. Yep. I can get a ticket for $690 to Toukyou, but then I have to pay $835 in taxes and fees. What the %&(#!?

Food. We want lots. I eat too much, or too little. I haven't figured out which yet. I think the latter because I'm perpetually skinny! Must have hollowed out my other leg over time to make room for backup.

Yeah. Down. Done. Finished.

I'm in a weird mood. Can you tell? Lost? I am.

Twisted Promises

Ever been asked to make a promise that is nearly impossible?

I'm the kind of person that won't break a promise unless it's totally unavoidable, or I've been released from it. Even then, I often can't bring myself to not complete it.

I've been asked to make promises that no one finds reasonable, that people wonder how I'm able to keep them. Twisted promises made to take a person and attempt to break their will.

Yet, here I am. Able to say in the modern world: "At least I am a man of my word. For whatever that's worth nowadays."

I keep them.
Twisted or not.

A promise is a promise. My word is my life. To break a promise, for me, is like shattering someone's dreams: It is cruel, and pointless.