Thursday, February 4, 2010

Moar gym, back pain, spider attacks and a back massage

I wnt to the gym in the noth, where there were a bunch of people and no AC. but it was pretty awesome- i gots my sweat on. I hurt my back doing lumberjack tree chop things with a cable (i bet andrew knowx what im talking about) so i went to get a massage the next day.

By the biggest hindu i have ever seen. he was giant and dark and did not speak english. he was very srrs about the massage; he noted that he had been doing this for 35 years and was also a yogi. He did some reflexology on my feet and "give me energy massge fore energy" and honestly i feel a lot better today... but he did freak me out really bad at one point. He sat down next to me and tapped his palm on his lap as if to say "sit here, boy" and after a bit of arguing in french/english/creole, I sat on his lap and BLAM he used his giant budda belly to pop my back (not gay). when massaging my back, he said i had pinched a nerve in my lower spine , and then poked my right ass cheek until it was fixed (maybe a tiny bit gay. but it worked, so whaatever) . The whole experience cost me US 20$, was an hour, was kind of wierd, but he knew what he was doing, and I feel pretty good today.

Good enough to go kayaking in the bay! Booyah! I went like a mile, no big deal.

I have not had a good nights sleep since I left Denis' house... every night except for the last, I have seen a monsterous palm sized spider that looked like the face hugger in Alien at night in the house, and it has haunted my dreams. They are so big, that when they move, you can see each freaky disgusting leg move ahead and pull its filthy body a long. Last night, I woke up sweating because the power was off. I didnt know what to do so I walked around in the dark, and wondered if i should tell someone... I just went back to sleep.

What else? I'm at Mark's house with Mark, Ann (e?), his son Alexandre (quite confusing) and his daughter Mathilde (pronounced "mat-til-d"). She has a test for class tomorrow... WHICH IS SATURDAY... WHICH IS DAMN UNAMERICAN.

I also get to open another piece of mail from JESSSIIIEEEEE in a few days :)

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