Last night I had a dream that I was being pulled apart by zombies, that was terrifying!
Interesting fact: apparently it is surprisingly easy to get a guitar string lodged in your foot! I managed to do it while sleeping! So that's something!
What is the muscle directly above your forearm, but on the underside of your arm called? Whatever it is, I must have done something wrong working out yesterday because it's making me wish I were dead.
I can't remember the last time I thought about killing myself, but I don't know if a day goes by that I don't think about hurting myself (although it would seem I have an ability to do that in my sleep, so it's probably not necessary).
I don't think I actually hate anybody, not anyone in the whole world, not in any serious manner anyway.
I believe stupid things. I believe things that I know aren't true, that I know there are heaps of scientific evidence against, I believe them primarily because I hate being told what to believe.
I am idealistic like nobody understands, I'm a socialist - agnostic - humanistic - nerdy - anti religious - sociable - hopeless romantic, and I don't really care how many of those statements are contradictions.
I'm tired of being left alone.
I'm sick, literally. I've got like no immune system.
I hate math, or really any system of static logic, or maybe I just hate thinking clearly, it always leads to heartbreak.
The next time I hear someone tell someone else that they are listening to "bad music" I think I'm going to kick them in the back.
I think I'll be happy if I've got love when I die. There's nothing else in the world so permanent, nothing else that I believe I can take with me, so I don't want to damage it anymore. Love is quite literally all you've got. A strange soft spoken British rapper once said "everything else is just borrowed".
I still miss her.
Immensely.
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As you might've noticed, I've been learning how to try and impress people, I mean, I've been learning the muscle groups and such. And I believe what is hurting you is actually a part of your bicep, as seen in this Gray's Anatomy diagram of the anterior forearm (your biceps brachii at the top):
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Pronator-teres.png
Muscles are complicated. I'm trying to figure out which ones are hurting me right now from starting the calisthenic exercises (most of them are the good sort of day-after growth burn, though). So many from just doing like 40 slow push-ups. Biceps, deltoids... I think my coracobrachialis... thingy. Probably a few more. Abdominals from sit-ups. Gastrocnemius and soleus from calf-raises. It's amazing what a bit of Wikipedia and Gray's Anatomy can teach you.
But it's not all good; I haven't run much in the past few days, because I think I put to much strain on my... tibialis anterior, probably. Bad hurt.
I also don't hate anybody, but perhaps I just haven't met the right person for that yet. Honestly, I love everybody.
I still believe in such a thing as "bad music" though. If I tried to make music, it would be bad. You could say "but Zack, you don't really know any instruments. You think the bass is just a stupid fish." And you'd be right. But you still have to count it as bad music, because if not, where do you draw the line?
Oh, and, of course, I'm still enjoying the music of Fall Out Boy and Panic At The Disco. So you "dislike them" but don't think they are "bad" with your current theory of sound?
Les grandes pensées viennent du coeur. Even if they are random.
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Feel better soon! And be careful with that there hammer.
Country grammar-
I bust mad rhymes yo.
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