Working out kicks my ass...

So today was an okay day. I went to classes, came home was unpleasantly surprised to find that Justin (my MySpace guy...ugh) had messaged me asking how I was. So, I haven't talked to him since September and he is messaging me now. Why do you ask? I think it's just some sad ass way to make himself look decent, but it just makes him look even more stupid. I asked him what the point was to that, and he hasn't repsonded so many he's still getting the "I hate you Justin, never talk to me again" vibe from me.

Other than that blah moment, Kara, Garrick, and I went to Power Abs and Kickboxing, and I must say that both kicked my ass (no pun intended). I know I'm going to hurting a great deal tomorrow. I definitely do want to do that more often though. I really need to lose more weight.

I got an e-mail from Peter saying that he couldn't afford to give me anymore hours...which a part of me doesn't understand because I would be originally working 8:30-5 instead of 8:30-3 which I'm working now...so, that confuses me a bit, because he could afford to have me work those extra 2 hours on Sunday but not the extra 3 that I wanted on Wednesday...but whatever. Part of me is also kind of relieved I don't have to work, that but I really need the extra money and even though my parents are willing to help me out, I don't want to have to rely on them. Oh well, we'll see what happens, maybe I won't need them.

But, that's all for now...I'm going to be sore tomorrow...wish me luck.

Loves around...