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A recent journal entry from Creative Writing. It was pretty much just following the starter sentence she gave us, yet with a bit of non-fiction thrown in.

Tuesday, March 30th.
My hand trembled as I punched the number into my cell phone. Hmm, I thought, why is it that I recently insist on punching things? Hard things, soft things, my friends and family, my hand just can't take anymore abuse. It already feels bruised down to the middle of my forearm. I guess it's just entertaining, ya know? Delicately pressing the buttons on a phone just doesn't give the same satisfaction as punching your phone repeatedly. It's a bit hard to get the hang of actually hitting the right numbers, but I feel that people find it pretty impressive to watch a man punch his way through his phone contacts. Maybe next I'll start head-butting the keys on my keyboard... I like the way my brain works.

Yeah, so I just felt like sharing that. I was thinking about it a few minutes ago when I realized that I wanted to punch something again. Probably not a good idea, for I have to actually get my hand checked out sometime soon. I karate chopped Marcus a few days ago or so, and since then my hand hasn't been able to withstand much pressure. It causes me pain. ALSO! My back. It hurts to lift things and to bend. Chiropractor? Maybs. I dunno. Some people say that's a bad idea. Maybe I just need to get some more exercise and build up my back muscles. I dunno. Well, anyway, I must bid you adieu, Mr. Blogspot. Peace, homie.