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Romeo and Juliet, rehearsals. Fencing for amusement, goofing around, black and white pics, you know, all that theatre stuff. A few days before showtime, better get down to business.

I always find it funny when I injure myself. Not funny as in funny, but its strange to note such drastic change in my abilities. One day I am lifting and running and dancing and the next I have trouble sleeping because my back is bound like a knot of flesh. It seems as if it is a muscular problem since earlier today I was suffering abdominal spasms to compensate for my back being down, so to speak. Its that whole complimentary muscle group thing. So I managed to earn enough strength to sit up and watch cartoons and eat stuff and sit at the computer and do stuff that I have been meaning to catch up on, but it still hurts.

And why is it that the student health services have a 90 minute queue at least. There is obviously some extreme interfacing problem in the dynamics of this service. Being snubbed by the Varsity trainer doesn’t help matters. Instead of being properly diagnosed or treated I just took to my home remedy – sleep. Slight stretching only to see how messed up a really am (by the way, I cant seem to bend my back much more than a head bow). But I am determine to be well by tomorrow cause I was planning to go swing dancing. Lets see if that actually happens.

This past weekend, I sat in gum riding the filthy, filthy, dreadfully inefficient and dull subway system in Philadelphia. Then, I left my lights on so my car battery was dead and needed a boost. Then my Chris P. locked his keys in the car so we spent 4 hours at a gas station waiting for AAA. All in all, a waste of my time. And now the routine of my weekday life, the busy and endless cycle of working and doing and acting and dancing and running and lifting resumes to claim me victim again. A weekend all too short and filled with trifles that make life so colourful. This is a great time to be young.

Just a random night partying and wasting time with the bros. I don’t even remember who these girls are or from what group they had come.