Tycho

Tuesday, March 30, 2004


Can't keep staying up late like that...it's not good for me.

Ok, time to be late for Dynamics. (Came in as he was showing us how to derive some weird formula we learned last year...and then derived stuff we did on our homework a week ago...so I'm assuming that I didn't miss anything important). Third Note: Damnit. I can't just put random shit in my Blog anymore. I'm thinking about saying "fuck it--it's my Blog, and I'm going to put whatever is on my mind in here, whether people like it or not!"...then there's this little voice in the back of my head going "But think of the children!". Ok, I just reread this paragraph, and it makes almost no sense at all. I LOVE IT! I wish I would make that much sense all the time! Anyways, largish update due sooner or later, probably within a couple days.

Second Note: Might postpone running for an additional week...hip started acting up again. I'd like to avoid going through an MRI. Sure, it wasn't bad, but it isn't the way I like to enjoy Saturday mornings. Or any morning, come to think of it.

Note: Geology sucks. Nap time. Then I need to do laundry...I'm wearing my last clean clothes. I had planned on doing it the other day, but things got hectic, and I haven't had a chance to do it since.

Edit: Alright. So far as I know I'm working on a corvette this weekend.

Just got off the phone with my father, and he asked how my hip was, and I said it had been sore...and he said "well maybe you should pick up something else to do instead"...

I love to run for fun. I hate racing. I'm tired of being a sucky runner. Time to work my ass off and prove that I can be an integral part of the team. It's sort of embarrassing to be at the tail end sometimes. It's a place to start though. My plan is to start running again on Thursday, but start out with low mileage. That's going to be frustrating as all hell. Anyways, back to tending the farm...

Griff: "There's no time to explain! Just bring the flag back to base and I'll explain everything there!"

Donut: "Hrhmph! Grrr! FINE!"

...

Griff: "Back to OUR base, dumbass!"

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