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My new goal is to get really hardcore about training. Not to get big but to become really tough. I eventually want to travel to remote places of the world and figure I need to be in ungodly physical condition in order to fend off any threats a blue eyed white boy from America may incur. Hence kung fu and conditioning. When I see bruises now, I think about how tough I can be one day. When I fight my Sifu he has me kick him as hard as I can in the side and he doesn't even flinch. That is my goal eventually. Therefore my New Years resolution is to step up my training to jog my normal mile with ankle weights, do lots of lifting when I wake up and other crazy endurance stuff.

In school news: FUCK IT. First day of class today and I couldn't concentrate on anything already. I am done. I only have one more semester before I graduate with my BA, but i can't do it. I was in a theory class and couldn't pay attention enough to understand what was being argued. I just got up and left. I have reached the limits of academia. I don't want to be a professor anymore and grow as dusty as the unread research books I put out. I only went to school to get closer to universal truths, and although I have gained tools tha will help me in that conquest, I do not believe the answer lies in getting comfortable off a professor's pension. I am reading Che Guevera's biography and it makes me want to do something that matters. Sure it was evil in what resulted, but it started with a man realizing his potential and putting his life into an ideal. I want an ideal that I can die for.