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So...I went to a Krav Maga class over at another karate studio with my friend Sarah whom I've known since I was 15. One cool thing: I got to wear whatever I wanted including shoes. I wore workout pants and my Auburndale work shirt (go bulldogs!) and sneaks. We started off the class with 15 mins of jumping jacks (never will forget to wear a sports bra again thinking it wouldn't be intense), squats, pushups, more jumping jacks (ouch), and front falls. THEN...we partner up with touch pads I think they were called, or maybe target pads. Anyways, they were little hand pads and your partner has them and you both do a full on situp, come up, do a left jab, right jab, left hook and right jab and then go down and do it again 60 times, then switch. My arms were burning so bad I could hardly hold the pads for Sarah. Then we get up and do some punching combinations on the pads with our partner. Finally we learned how to take a gun away from someone when its pointed at your head side on and turn it on them. That part was really fun. I enjoyed it. It wore me out. Actually because I'm so sick and my endurance and immune system are so far down, I got my ass handed to me. The people there were SUPER nice. BUT....you have to sign a 1-year contract and the money isn't worth it unless I leave the studio I'm at now which I don't think I'm ready to do. This other place is a better workout though and offer a wider range of things, which I definitely like. It's going to take some consideration but my decision needs to simmer a while so for now I'm staying where I'm at.

My next subject. Boys or men rather. Sometimes they baffle me. I won't say more on this matter out of privacy but I will say that I'm really tired of being misunderstood. I wish people would just get to know me before presuming things, especially since I am naturally a very flirtacious person. Once again I think I've been misread to have been coming on to someone I wasn't coming on to at all and now things are a bit wierd on my end. I feel misunderstood, slutty, and degraded. For the record, I'm not looking for a relationship. I'm not looking for another husband. I still need to rid myself of the one I've got (i.e. the divorce is not final until July). I'm flirty. I enjoy it. It's my cheap thrill. I like attention. It's my downfall and finally if I'm coming on to you, chances are you'll know it.

I'm still sick. I still feel like shit. Honestly, I can't breathe through my nose at all and its causing the back of my throat to dry out, which in turn is aiding the cough, which kept me up until 1am this morning. My sinuses burn like they are on fire and my nose is runny yet stuffed if that makes sense. Someone put me out of my misery.