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This is why I don’t follow tumblrs with porn on them.
That, and I don’t need to get porn from tumblr.
Hopefully, by the 25th of December, I will be able to make videos again.
I’m doing the whole solidarity fist pump thing right now. Right on.
Done studying for the day. Two exams tomorrow, what fun!
Also, I’ll be chopping off my hair tonight. Well, some of it. It’s too long to be consistently controlled. I think the length I had it at towards the end of the summer was the right length.
In other news, I was about to give up on having the present project thinger completed by Christmas in order to complete it using my graphics tablet, but I can’t wait that long. I want to do it now. No, not now, NAO. This is the result of a sudden inexplicable burst in motivation.
Well, maybe not inexplicable as I’m re-watching Hajime No Ippo, which has also motivated me to get back to my exercising ways. I’ve lost quite a bit of weight over the past 2.5 years (~60lbs in total), mostly through maintaining a less horrendous diet (My secret? Chew more and don’t eat when you’re not hungry. Seriously). Now I want to actually to be in shape or whatever.
So yeah, watch Hajime No Ippo.
What was I talking about?
Oh yeah, so I’m also watching it because it puts me in a great mood. I’m trying to maintain a good mood from here on out, mostly because if I’m mopey and miserable when I see her (whenever that reunion may occur), things probably won’t go well as that’s not the impression I want to give and it’s not consistent with my overall demeanor etc when we were together.
Case in point, or point in case, I need to be less neurotic. I’ll still stick in the whole request for clarification of feelings at some point during our reunion, but I’ll be casual about it. Jokey, even. I won’t put on a sad and concerned face when I ask. Nope. I’ll ask with a smile. Playful and whatnot. I’ll bring my “A” game, and by that I mean I’ll act like I always do when I’m around her: awkward, very nerdy, funny and incredibly cute. It’ll be all “Hey, remember me? I’m fucking awesome!”.
The short of the long, or the long of the short, is that it’s pointless for me to doubt myself. I rock. And so does she. IRSTRMTTWBOK, in a sense.
Crown Prince of Hawesome and all that jazz.
… So yeah, cutting my hair tonight. Definitely pumped for that. Stoked even.