Explain why I do some things again?

Right, so rumour had it that someone wouldn't let things drop. So I checked. Indeed, a post was made this very day concerning things best left... dropped. Amazing. I'm the one continuing the wank, but I haven't said anything since the 9th. Well, I won't do this to myself anymore. I know what is being said about me is all lies. How do I know? The comments. Particularly the one about how I am spreading lies. Nope. All I've said is what I've felt about what she's said to and about me and my friends. I may have slipped to the level of insults a few times, but all of what I've said is the truth, as best as I can say it. So you know what? That person who wants to punch me in the face? I'll gladly give her my address if she wants it. If she's willing to punch a perfect stranger in the face without even asking for their side of the story, I am all for giving her a chance. ((Yes, I know it could very well be a man, but I usually assume female until proven otherwise, given that most of the people I interact with on LJ are women.))

Now, as far as other things I do that need explaining.

First: Why, oh why, did I decide to go from no exercise to my current regimen of an hour and a half a day on weekdays. My body hates me. A lot. I'm too darn dedicated to Drill Team. What can I say? It gets me out of the house and around my friends, and gives me the opportunity to travel and meet new people. Great deal, I'd say.

Oh, and that silly little thing of wanting to be a Marine. (On a side note related to this, I got my CDs of running cadences and my new sports bra today in the mail. SQUEE.) Right, well, I need to run faster. Three miles in under half an hour. I think before today's run I'll print out everything that pisses me off and read it, and then imagine I'm chasing after that which pisses me off. Hopefully that which pisses me off can run for forty minutes straight.

Second: Why am I fretting so much about not hearing back from prospective employers? I know finding a job around here is going to be hard. Especially when a lot of places want experienced applicants only. Which sucks for me, as by this point, I'd gladly do any number of jobs that don't suit my tastes. Even a desk job. *shudders in horror at the thought*

Third: Why do I keep getting behind the wheel of a car? Oh, wait, never mind. I need to have my driver's license.

Third, take two: Why can't I just follow a pattern? Why do I sit there and go, "Oh, that's a lovely blazer, I want to make it, but I think I'll lengthen it to cover my hips some, give it full length sleeves, use five small buttons as opposed to three huge ones, add an actual collar..." Seriously. Writing this pattern is a bitch.

Fourth: Crack. Begone from my head. I mean it. Why am I letting you stick around?

Fifth: Also, this whole thing with saying things I know will cause a royal shitstorm. I need to stop that.

Sixth: Reading textbooks for fun. Need to stop that too. My brother would like it if he didn't have to hunt down his textbooks every time he has to go back to West Point.

Seventh: Why do I insist on going on to a seventh thing if I only have six? Especially since I technically have seven already, but the first thing which is actually the seventh wasn't actually a part of the entry earlier? So wouldn't this be the eighth?

Eighth: Why do I even argue with myself like that (in Seventh)?