Narcissistic Claims and Growing Pains

It's getting difficult to make these post titles both rhyme and be relevant to the post topic.

Ya boy is about to hit a gym program. I'm leaning on the fact that it's going to go well, because I'm me, and people love me. 

(You can call me a narcissist, but hey, the evidence doesn't lie. You're here reading this.)

And after that I guess I'll grab some food from the college's cafeteria and go back home and prepare for tomorrow.

Tomorrow night is fight night. The only thing that happens on fight night is that I watch fights. No one can call me, write me, talk to me, or text me past 7:00 P.M. on fight night, cause I'm watching fighting.

Fight night is ALWAYS the best night of the week.

I don't care if I go on a date with Jennifer Lopez and Kate Upton on Monday night. If Saturday night is fight night, it's going to be the best night of the week. I don't care if I win the Nobel Peace Prize on Thursday night. I don't care if I buy a Lamborghini on Tuesday night. I don't care if some long, lost relative gifts me a billion dollars on Wednesday night. If Saturday night is fight night, then it's the best night of the week. 

Period.

Anyways, ciao!