Okay, yesterday i worked out. But my arms are sore, and my abdomens hurt every single time i move. Now i'm not out of shape but it's not like the gym is my favorite place to be. So yes i work out if you were wondering. Now i don't know the name of the machine that made me sore, but it's like you have to hold yourself up and lift you legs up. Mhhmmm...let's call it the lifter kay? i did about 100 sets of them, even though my cousin was telling me that i would regret it in the morning. Of course i didn't listen, and "OMG!" Well i wouldn't call it torture, that's a bit too harsh. So now, i'm sore, and this morning it bit me in my...well you get the point.
Speaking of working out, i'm leaving back to Chicago in 2 weeks. Ack! California is great. Chicago is great. How am i supposed to pick between the two? Speaking of Chicago, i haven't been writing poetry. :( My poetry books has been writing letters to me, and they all miss me dearly. Here's a letter they all wrote together:
Dear Elle,
We all understand that California is great, and you've been terribly busy, but can't you take sometime to write here and there? Would it hurt you? I know you are sore, but maybe just a little? Even in your mind, once in a while think of us. Think of poetry. Think of rhyming, and letters, and a pen. Think of the pen that you write poetry with. We beg you, come back to us.
With Love,
Your Lonely Books
There you have it folks! My books miss me, should i go back to them? Or go to the gym? Ha! Just kidding. i think.
Well i gotta go,
check back in with you guys later!
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Ahh. I know! The past week I've done some aggressive kayaking and tubing, and I am soooo sore too!
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