soeffinhappy

My stomach is killing me.
A funny thing occurred to me recently. When you're sick or in pain, that's the only thing you can talk about. Mainly cause it's usually the only thing you can think about. My stomach is killing me and it has blocked out most all other thoughts, thoughts about why those jackasses at the bank haven't called me with a start date yet, where I'm going to get the money to pay next months bills, where I'm going to get the money to continue karate, how I'm going to function tomorrow when I only get five and half hours(a number which gets smaller with every passing minute) of sleep, and the girl who works at the Dunkin Donuts with my sister. I didn't think that I had such a strong stomach but apparently I do because it is blocking ALL of them out. Well almost all of them. The girl at Dunkin Donuts was walking out of the back room with a coworker, looking to take the order of the next person in line(I was the only person in line), she stopped looked at me, then turned to her coworker and said some things that I couldn't hear. They both looked at me, then talked again, the coworker looked at me, then back to talking then the coworker looked at me and said(this I heard distinctly) "Yeah he's really nice.". The first girl turned to me, ended the conversation then came to the counter.
"Are you BLANK'S(I think it in somewhat bad taste to put my sisters name for all to see in a public journal) brother?" She asked
"That I am." I replied smiling.
Her face lit up. She has dark hair and bright blue eyes and she her eyes shine when she smiles.
"Hey!" she yelled turning towards the general direction of my sister "Your brother's here!"
"My brother's here?" A Donuts Girl(the name forever given to girls who work at Dunkin Donuts) asked.
"No not your brother, BLANK'S brother."
My sister walked to the counter, though walk doesn't accurately describe the way she moved. Controlled sprint is a better term. Stopping just short of the counter at the line of coffee pots, my sister shoveled what looked like an entire pound of sugar into a cup, dumped in coffee and slapped a lid on without stirring. Ignoring me, she dashed to the donuts, shoved two into a bag and was back at the drive through window before I could blink an eye.
"What can I get you BLANK'S brother?" I couldn't help but smile back at her. The way her smile lit up her face made her very pretty, and brightened up my day considerably. Whose day wouldn't be brightened by a smile from a pretty girl?
She took my order and casually joked with me, I joked back. Something about kids having no respect and Evian water. It doesn't matter. I took my coffee and my blueberry muffin and sat down, waiting for my sister to finish the last of her duties so I could drive her home. Now I can't be sure, but I definitely got the impression that she was sneaking glances at me. She seemed to linger in the door to the backroom more than the people who worked there seem to do. Maybe because she was bored and wanted to be able to see what was going on or maybe because it had a direct line of sight to my table. Then, when my sister came out to sit with me while waiting for her tips, she came out and chit chatted with us. I, though not very good at chit chat, did my very best to chit chat back. I believe that the chit chatting went very well as she smiled throught out the chit as well as the chat.
She is nineteen years old, she shares a name with a suicide girl and she swings her arms like a little girl when she walks. I think I'm going to ask her out this week. This is the only thought that my stomach can't block out. But I won't be too hard on it, after all it hurts like hell.
I'm reading a very short but very educational book called "Bruce Lee's Fighting Techniques: Basic Training". It gives a daily regimen of excersises to get your body in shape(none of which I've implemented), an introduction into the art of Jeet Kune Do, and some advice on how to improve your overall skills when studying martial arts. The pictures of Bruce Lee that I find while reading this book shock me. Was there ever a more perfect physical specimen than Bruce Lee? His muscles couldn't have possibly been mere flesh and blood. To look like that, they surely must have been carved from something like wood(granite is more like it though). Bruce Lee had this to say: "One of the most important phases of fighting is sparring. In order to spar, you must be able to take punches in your midsection." While my abs will never have the chiseled look of Bruce Lees, I am definitely building them up. Tonight, my stomach is hurting for two reasons. The first is that I did around three hundred crunches tonight. I usually do 150 to 200 in a night and I can feel the difference. The second reason may not even be a reason at all, but I suspect that it probably didn't help. We did free grappling tonight, everyone in a circle, two people in the middle, rounds last two minutes. It was my first time really grappling, and the guy I went up against was really good. He did a two leg takedown early on and landed right on my lung, knocking the wind from me. It's my own fault, I should have brought my arms into my chest when I fell. I would have prevented him from knocking the wind from me and from getting the arm lock that I couldn't break while I couldn't breathe. It was a very educational thirty seconds. I don't think I'll ever throw my hands out to my sides when being taken down again and I will definitely not miss any more grappling classes. The point here?
My stomach is KILLING me.