dream fighter

i had a feeling during the weekend that this week and next week would be utterly exhausting. so far, i'm correct in my assumption. stayed out late last night, helping a friend study for an anatomy exam; i have escrima training tonight and possibly some muay thai basics tomorrow night; a possible dinner somewhere on thursday night; and friday night spent packing and searching for items for my trip on saturday - all of this while still having to wake up at 6 each subsequent morning for work.

so why does that make next week exhausting? the time change in flying from hawaii to colorado means i will be waking up each morning at what would technically be 3:00am here in hawaii (about 6am in CO). also, i will have to wake up earlier, since the place wherein i will be staying is about 5 or 10 minutes farther by drive from my destination than my previous accomodations. lovely.

how are my finances doing? better. it looks like the stock rally of last week has spurred some much needed investor confidence. i believe that the market really is a big confidence game. when investors think things are getting better, they are. so, here's hoping that the market turns bullish in our favor and that my battered portfolio makes up for lost ground.

philippines in about 3 months. a friend of mine will be accompanying me this time - this being his first trip ever out of the country. if he's going to leave this godforsaken rock, it might as well be for the motherland. we're planning on pulling out all the stops. why do i think we're going to come back, fat, exhausted, and possibly married? we're attending a wedding in laoag, spending 10 days in manila, and will possibly be bringing more money than you would need to live in philippines for a few months, and we're celebrating my birthday there. if i come back skinnier, full of energy, and wifey-less there's good reason to believe that we've accidentally gone to the wrong southeast asian country.

denver on sunday. i'm looking forward to some good training, some good food (god bless you, chipotle), and sharing some videos with friends. other than that, i guess i have to clean my apartment.

me: "Mr. 'Anti-Smoking' himself, smoking weed? That's fucked up. He was the poster child for the D.A.R.E. program"

D: "He's a 'hippo'-crite"

me: "Yeah, a hippopotacrite"

fudge: "Yeah, you know, a fat hypocrite - hippopotacrite"

currently: preparing to power nap before heading off to class