At freemans sporting goods in the west village. I walked past the juice store an ex girlfriend worked at, vivid memories. Beatdown training this afternoon, will be terrible. I hope this barber does a good job, when he asks me what I want ill say "short". I hope he takes my glaseses into account when he styles my hair. I won't actually mention that though.

I'm excited about school and the possibilities in store for me.

Work continues to go exceptionally well.

Beautiful girls out. Tall, long dark hair, big eyes and lips. Who are you they stare at me.

Hard to say what I want most now, but they are a major part of it.