So to begin, towards the end of a long drive home from class, I almost rear-ended two degenerates who inhabit this world as they pulled onto the highway from their side road in a beat up, rusted oldsmobile and proceeded to creep along at 10 freaking miles an hour! After swerving into the other lane and honking I came to a red light, at which I rolled down my passenger side window in time for these two meth heads to creep past me yelling "Fuck you!(but in their inebriation and southern drawl it sounded like Fuuuck Yew)" Those poor, dead men walking proceeded not to notice the red light I was stopped at and rolled through it at their stately 20mph. Luckily the traffic had already turned and there was not an accident. I was then treated to the sight of them cutting across all four lanes of traffic almost causing another wreck with oncoming traffic as they pulled into the nearby gas station.
Luckily, I was too tired to even care about the wastes of flesh inhabiting our society. And of course I almost get into three different wrecks before I get home due to Alabama drivers not having a freaking clue how to drive.
On a different note, I am now typing this while feeling every muscle in my body radiate intense hate towards me for the beatings they took at class tonight. To start class with we did 250 jumping jacks, 300 sit-ups(I led), as well as 200 push-ups. , and that was the warm-up for the two and a half hour hell we volunteer for several times a week. We then proceeded to do team competitions involving basics and kata's, with the winners getting a break, 2nd place team getting only 50 of an exercise, and the team coming in last having to do 100. Then we started adult class. The rest of the night was a blur of more exercises, laps, and crazy exercises along with muscle condition exercises and more competitions.
I am very blessed to have two very awesome people accompany me home as I would have had a terribly difficult time trying to stay awake on the ride home. I go now to drop my girlfriend off at work and to go catch some dead man's sleep.
Until I type again