I'm claustrophobic, I do not wan't school to start with the same ferocity that John Birch wanted all communists to die painful, slow deaths. I feel as if I need to do something. AND GOD DAMN IT I WILL. I WILL NOT HAVE THIS SHORT SUMMER END IN FUCKING REGRET AND BOREDOM. As I have always said, "some people are born with talent and others are not, those who are not have 2 options.....give up OR go find talent, beat the SHIT out of it and become great anyway". So I will become buff. This is meant to be serious. I have less than 30 days but I will have a six pack. This may seem good enough but one look at me will reveal I do not seem buffable. I'm not obese or anything it's just people seem to like me better the less muscular I am. It would appear as if I don't have the genes to be fit. Just like how some people look better with glasses, the general consensus is I would look better the farther from shape I am. well all I have to say to that is: FUCK YOU. I love to run because I think it's fun. According to Webster, this is the definition of insanity. But I love to jog and sprint and go the extra thousand miles in the bitter cold with ankle weights in waist deep water while dragging a fully loaded semi. It's fun. However, for the last 4 months I have been unallowed to run due to medical complications. That is now over. So I plan to burn all my fat and replace it with solid unbreakable titanium. I am going to kill society's hold on me and become the metaphorical offspring of Tyler Durden and King Leonidas.