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Tuesday
The 16th of November, 2004 at 08:59 PM
2 Posts in one day again, for the second day in a row. I think I'm getting addicted. And addicted to the wrong things that's for sure. If you want to know a little something about me read the last post, but tonight I have bad news.
I woke up this morning with a sick stomach. I stopped by Walgreens on my way to school to pick up some Kaopectate (pepto-bismal homologue (but better i think)). Who would have thought I would have used double parenthesis on my page. Anyways, yeah. Got some gas for the car. Went to school. My stomach wasn't doing too hot. I took my Cells and Tissues final. It went like all tests/finals go. I ate my lunch and decided... I'm going to go home. This meant skipping my anatomy lecture and anatomy dissection. Why? Because I think I have the stomach flu. How? I have no idea. For the pleasure of my viewing audience I will leave out the details. I will just say that I am not nauseated, don't feel sick at all, but it is what is going on at the other end which is bad. I've taken quite a bit of the Kaopectate with no results. I checked online for some tips on how to treat my condition. Lots of sleep it says. I did after I left school, but not before I went to my g-ma's house so she could make me some poached eggs. I found out later this was a bad move also. According to the website, no solid foods and only drink clear liquids. Well... I ate lunch (sandwiches), poached eggs, and drank pulpy juice. Guess how that is going to feel? Not good, I'm telling you that right now.
So I don't feel good. And I really hope it goes away soon. Cuz I need to study for biochemistry. I have a test next monday I haven't even started cracking down on and I don't think I will get much done tonight either.
So what did I do today? Well, besides the final, sleep, inappropiate eating, and bathroom trips... I ate some dinner. My mom heated up some clear chicken soup my grandma had made before she had passed away. She also made me some peppermint tea that didn't look too hot, but apparently it is supposed to soothe my stomach. I got all this down and hopefully it will improve my condition. I talked to a couple people online. Apparently Shayla is in the same boat. Get better girl! And I prayed. I prayed for everyone I usually pray for, and more. I thought about my grandparents and my late grandma. I started to cry.
So much for physical exercise spree eh? Yeah, I wanted to run tonight but my current health situation impaired that. I decided that I want to do things to better my self-esteem. I want to exercise/work out. Even though I don't have a membership at the Y anymore, I need to find ways to make myself happy, healthy ways. I was thinking about taking up some Judo or Taekwondo lessons. One of my friends, Andrew, had joined classes earlier this year and seems to enjoy them. It's been a long time since I've come from that realm. I thought it would be a delightful rebirth of a pastime, if only for a little while.
What is a pastime? Checks dictionary.com...
pas·time
n.
An activity that occupies one's spare time pleasantly.
Well, for the most part, my time with Taekwondo was pleasant. However, there was this one kid. I feel like I've talked about this kid a bunch of times on here. But there will always be people that stick out in your mind. I remember first meeting him. He was a cool kid. His name was Matt Gris... *we'll leave it at that*... but Matt took me as a friend almost immediately. We had fun sparring and the like, but after awhile we grew apart. One day he brought his girlfriend in. He told me to let him pound on me a bit, just so she would be impressed. Idiot eh? I didn't care, I had been kicked in the head a bunch of times by him. His skill was far better than mine. He did his thing, with not alot of mercy. After awhile she left and he didn't noticed. I was getting tired of him beating up on me. I decided to actually fight back. He got angry and I just motioned she was gone. I think that's when it all started. *If you didn't notice, but in the earlier post today I remarked on being scared about what others could do to me physically. Well, this was just one of them.* Pretty soon all the people I seemed to know became more distant because I think he was alienating them from me. When we went to tournaments he would show no emotion, not even act like we knew each other. The first tournament where we were sparring off for 2nd place, he didn't even say hi. He shook my hand, kicked me hard in the head a couple of times and the match was over. He didn't say good job afterwards either, his dad came over and had to do it. It got worse. Everyone knew he worked out alot, on the speedbag, weights, etc. He would only come into the classes that I attended every once and awhile. I think it was just to take out some aggression. We would be sparring, and he would move in and just punch as hard as he could in my gut and not stop. I couldn't go anywhere because he was holding my back. Those were tough mornings, waking up after sparring with Matt. I could barely sit up in bed. It hurt so bad sometimes I cried.
The last time I remember seeing him was a final match we had at the now gone dojo of ours. It was friday night, teen sparring. Matt was there. I was there. We avoided each other the whole night. Our teacher, Mr. Niska, watched us spar everyone else. At the end of the night, before it was all over and done with, he paired us up. Everyone sat on the side and watched. We may have been the two biggest, most experienced sparrers on the floor, w/ the exception of Niska. We began. Points went back and forth. I think Matt was surprised, he hadn't sparred with me in quite some time till that point. It came down to us being tied at 2,2, up to three. We did our battles, did our blocks, and came out to about 10 feet away. He had this look on this face like he wanted to take me down. I wasn't going to let him. He ran towards me doing a reverse round kick. For some stupid reason, I ran towards him and decided to do some crazy 360 degree spinning kick. I ended up kicking him in the gut, he ended up kicking me in the back of the head, and we both went down. Niska couldn't believe what just happend. And made sure we were both alright. He didn't know who to give the point to because it happend simotaneously. We went into a sudden death where I won, with a punch to his side. It was then, for the first time, he ever said, good match... and meant it. Even though I think I established some respect, I still don't like him. He was never nice to me and always took out his anger on me. It's one of the worst feelings in the world when you walk into a place you've been to for so long, and know that you are going to feel hated... and walk out knowing you will have a sore stomach. Every time I saw him there, I knew that was going to happen... and I hated it. But I didn't let it stop me from going, nor stop me from loving martial arts. Eventually I grew out of that period of my life. School became more important, and other activites like basketball sprung up. But I will never forget my times with my Taekwondo crew.
Well, I need to get back to my biochemistry now. And maybe a little Everybody Loves Raymond later. Have a good night everyone.
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