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Monday, June 28, 2004
The start of the West Boylston race. I'm in the pack somewhere. Three runners were sent to the hospital due to heat stroke, while more were treated for severe heat exhaustion. What a day.
This is me after coming up this really fucking big hill. Sadly, I had to do that hill three times. *Shudder* Oh right. Forgot to mention, about fifty yards ahead of me was...*gasp*, you guessed it! Another big hill!
Nick and I coming around for the second lap. Right before another big fucking hill.
Played basketball. Sprained yet another finger. My right hand has 3 fingers like that all told. Bill told me that I might want to switch to the left hand for certain activities due to right hand being sorta achy.
Ate at Taco Bell...mmm...fat...
Was feeling kinda down when I called Jeannine up...but still was able to get her to laugh.
Rummaged around and found pictures of my during the cross country race in West Boylston. I remember that day quite well. The race from fucking hell. Hot, humid, 60% of the race uphill, and holes just large enough to snap your ankle in. Man, I should post those photos here. They look decent, though I remember wanting nothing more than to collapse and die.
Helped my father in the yard today. It sucked, but at least I was outside.
Evidently I narrowly missed witnessing a guy with a knife try and force his way into a pub. I always miss all the excitement. Especially after giving Nick that lesson on Saturday...and then promptly winning a game of Mumble the Peg...and Nick still needs to pick the peg out of the ground...with his teeth.
Cuts are healing nicely. Now only if my legs would stop itching.
Ate at Taco Bell...mmm...fat...
Was feeling kinda down when I called Jeannine up...but still was able to get her to laugh.
Rummaged around and found pictures of my during the cross country race in West Boylston. I remember that day quite well. The race from fucking hell. Hot, humid, 60% of the race uphill, and holes just large enough to snap your ankle in. Man, I should post those photos here. They look decent, though I remember wanting nothing more than to collapse and die.
Helped my father in the yard today. It sucked, but at least I was outside.
Evidently I narrowly missed witnessing a guy with a knife try and force his way into a pub. I always miss all the excitement. Especially after giving Nick that lesson on Saturday...and then promptly winning a game of Mumble the Peg...and Nick still needs to pick the peg out of the ground...with his teeth.
Cuts are healing nicely. Now only if my legs would stop itching.
Saturday, June 26, 2004
Still feeling rather depressed. A little better...not much...*sigh*...yeah...
Friday, June 25, 2004
All right. Thing at Marina Bay was good today. First time I've ever had sushi. Tunafish in cans IS precooked!
Anyways, the main thing on my mind is Jeannine. I've been such a major asshole to her the past few days, and I feel really shitty about it. I'm sorry. Thank you for sticking with me. I love you.
Now, it's off to Wollaston station to watch Bill and Chuck go at it.
Anyways, the main thing on my mind is Jeannine. I've been such a major asshole to her the past few days, and I feel really shitty about it. I'm sorry. Thank you for sticking with me. I love you.
Now, it's off to Wollaston station to watch Bill and Chuck go at it.
Why can't I do things the right way? What am I going to do? Why do I continue to put up with this?
Did I mention I'm getting rather stressed out?
Good night all.
Did I mention I'm getting rather stressed out?
Good night all.
Tuesday, June 22, 2004
Here is a picture of the Boston skyline from Squantum. In this picture, you can clearly see the John Hancock building, the Prudential Center, and part of UMass Boston's campus. Assuming I'm not blind or pulling things out of my ass, that is. Jeannine, this one's for you. Wish I could show you the picture of the other beach that's near me. Credit for this photo goes to Mr. Chris Johnson. Thank you for sending it over, along with the others.
Time for a long overdue update. So...last Thursday...went out to the Galleria with Chuck, Bill, and Eric. Went to Best Buy...woo?
Friday, woke up, excited. Left at noon and got to WPI area at 1. Remembered that Jeannine wouldn't be there until 4, I agreed to go eat at O'Connors. Great food. Managed to avoid paying for the check. Man, being James Bond has it's uses. Though they were only kidding, anyways.
Got dropped off on campus, and saw Jeannine from the car...heart stopped, and jaw dropped. Didn't go near each other for the first few minutes, I was just sort of awe-struck to be near her again. Played frisbee with Z and friends for a bit, on the bench. Afterwards, she gave me a present that meant the world to me.
It was off to The Bench to chill for a bit, then...and afterwards off to play pool. Then back to The Bench.
Problem. Shawn made it very awkward. Good guy, yes, but definitely made me feel awkward.
Skipping a bit...so then we're hanging out on the bench, minding our own business, and this vehicle comes up, stops in front of us, and stares at us for quite a time (not the vehicle but the people inside it). Are we really that entertaining?
She got a phone call (figures, eh? :-P), so I get up and make 9:30 reservations for the Sole Proprietor). I was getting rather cold, so we relocated to the Wedge, and we missed our reservations because we were ummm...a bit preoccupied. Just a little...a wee bit.
Trekked down and got a pizza from Ernie's at about midnight, or shortly thereafter. Good stuff. I was getting tired, but that perked me right up (well, other stuff, did, too, but the food was an added bonus). Got back to Claudios, and sorta...umm...hung out there until he got back. He stuck with us for a while, went out to check out a party, then came back and hung out for a little while more and introduced us to "Kids in the Hall". Weird stuff.
Claudio went to bed, and we stayed up watching the comedy skits for a while. Having a short attention span (*cough cough*), I stopped watching the show.
Didn't get to sleep until about 5:30, and woke up at about 11ish. Got ready and headed down to the competition. Danced with Jeannine for a bit. Even though I suck at it, it was alot of fun.
I had promised her a picture...but I dragged her into it. And Brittany took 3...rather incriminating, no?
Possibly more details later...I'm just too tired to write stuff down anymore.
Wednesday, June 16, 2004
Woke up, and got bread with John for the food pantry. Made food bags there until it closed, then came home and grabbed a quick bite to eat. After that, I called the woman who has stolen my heart.
Later, went to QTC, did my normal job, but skipped out early at 7, to meet them all at Wollaston T. Went to the Galleria (and I was very surprised and very happy to get a call from Janine while we were in Best Buy), then off to Jillian's to watch the Pistons/Lakers game. Caught the last Braintree train home, and walked back from North Quincy T.
Getting stranded in Boston would have sucked. Majorly. Oh, right, I have to thank Bill for saving my life cross the street from Kenmore T (because the Fenway side was boarded up). I saw red lights all around, but evidently there's a cross-flow in traffic that isn't governed by a light, and so I was nearly nailed by a car before I even saw it. Would have been dead meat if it weren't for Bill yanking me back. Thank you.
Let's see, what else? I worried a bit, as usual. About the same thing (also as usual). Bah, bugger that. If I keep worrying about getting heartbroken, then it will happen. I have faith, and trust.
A ma petite amie, Janine Fournier...je t'aime beaucoup...je suis desole pour me te douter...je vois maintenant que tu eties vrai a moi. Encore, je t'aime.
Later, went to QTC, did my normal job, but skipped out early at 7, to meet them all at Wollaston T. Went to the Galleria (and I was very surprised and very happy to get a call from Janine while we were in Best Buy), then off to Jillian's to watch the Pistons/Lakers game. Caught the last Braintree train home, and walked back from North Quincy T.
Getting stranded in Boston would have sucked. Majorly. Oh, right, I have to thank Bill for saving my life cross the street from Kenmore T (because the Fenway side was boarded up). I saw red lights all around, but evidently there's a cross-flow in traffic that isn't governed by a light, and so I was nearly nailed by a car before I even saw it. Would have been dead meat if it weren't for Bill yanking me back. Thank you.
Let's see, what else? I worried a bit, as usual. About the same thing (also as usual). Bah, bugger that. If I keep worrying about getting heartbroken, then it will happen. I have faith, and trust.
A ma petite amie, Janine Fournier...je t'aime beaucoup...je suis desole pour me te douter...je vois maintenant que tu eties vrai a moi. Encore, je t'aime.
Monday, June 14, 2004
So, yeah. Friday was scary. Saturday...ugh...couldn't enjoy myself after the morning, even at Des's graduation party. Sunday, don't remember what I did yesterday. Oh wait, right, first, we tried going to watch the break dancing competition, but elected to not go after finding out the entrance fee was $10.
Then it was off to Quincy Center, and tried getting into this pool hall (21+), then a second pool hall (which had free pool...but only from 6-9PM...and it's 21+...anyone who looks under 50 will be carded--fuck you, seriously!). Chris called Brian and I "schmucks".
Right, so a decision was made (while hanging out on the wall at Wollaston Beach) to head into Southie to Castle Island. We went, and played off the wall at Fort Independence. We got there a little too late to go inside and explore the fort and it's emplacements. But anytime is good for "Off the Wall". Except then Chuck goes and roofs the damned tennis ball.
Then it was off to Sullivans. I hadn't been able to eat all day, but being with friends lightened my mood, and so I had three cheeseburgers, an order of fish and chips, an extra order of fries, and a large drink...for $10. Chris drove us home...still owe him $1 for gas...once home, I just kept eating and eating and eating. I'm a lean mean eating machine.
Topped off the evening talking to that special someone. Made plans for today.
Woke up feeling chipper (don't know what it means, but it's an accurate description of how I felt), and called up people to see if they wanted to go to Boston with me...I warned them that I was going to see my girlfriend, and to not hate me if I didn't pay them much attention (though they hate me anyways, so that wasn't the problem).
Unfortunately, she wasn't able to make it, due to unforeseen circumstances. I miss her.
Chuck and I head to Faneuil Hall anyways, and catch our favorite street performer do the same exact show he's done for the past couple years. Trust me, we saw him almost every Friday when we went to Mikes or the North End for food after movie. Great street performer though. We should probably stop being cheap jerks and tip him one of these times. Well, I did once. That was a long time ago. Had me laughing to the point where the muscles that make you smile pretty much stopped working. Then we went home, because both of us were miserable. Made plans to go see a movie...there was nothing else to do...and we saw Chronicles of Riddick, which sucked major ass, by the way.
Came home, ate lots, read some. And then I became retarded and hurt Janine. Fuck. Last thing in the world I want to do, and yet I went and did it. Way to go, you stupid smartass. *Sigh* I'm my own worst enemy.
Yeah, I'm now just sort of relaxing a bit before bed. Need to get up early to volunteer at the food pantry.
Then it was off to Quincy Center, and tried getting into this pool hall (21+), then a second pool hall (which had free pool...but only from 6-9PM...and it's 21+...anyone who looks under 50 will be carded--fuck you, seriously!). Chris called Brian and I "schmucks".
Right, so a decision was made (while hanging out on the wall at Wollaston Beach) to head into Southie to Castle Island. We went, and played off the wall at Fort Independence. We got there a little too late to go inside and explore the fort and it's emplacements. But anytime is good for "Off the Wall". Except then Chuck goes and roofs the damned tennis ball.
Then it was off to Sullivans. I hadn't been able to eat all day, but being with friends lightened my mood, and so I had three cheeseburgers, an order of fish and chips, an extra order of fries, and a large drink...for $10. Chris drove us home...still owe him $1 for gas...once home, I just kept eating and eating and eating. I'm a lean mean eating machine.
Topped off the evening talking to that special someone. Made plans for today.
Woke up feeling chipper (don't know what it means, but it's an accurate description of how I felt), and called up people to see if they wanted to go to Boston with me...I warned them that I was going to see my girlfriend, and to not hate me if I didn't pay them much attention (though they hate me anyways, so that wasn't the problem).
Unfortunately, she wasn't able to make it, due to unforeseen circumstances. I miss her.
Chuck and I head to Faneuil Hall anyways, and catch our favorite street performer do the same exact show he's done for the past couple years. Trust me, we saw him almost every Friday when we went to Mikes or the North End for food after movie. Great street performer though. We should probably stop being cheap jerks and tip him one of these times. Well, I did once. That was a long time ago. Had me laughing to the point where the muscles that make you smile pretty much stopped working. Then we went home, because both of us were miserable. Made plans to go see a movie...there was nothing else to do...and we saw Chronicles of Riddick, which sucked major ass, by the way.
Came home, ate lots, read some. And then I became retarded and hurt Janine. Fuck. Last thing in the world I want to do, and yet I went and did it. Way to go, you stupid smartass. *Sigh* I'm my own worst enemy.
Yeah, I'm now just sort of relaxing a bit before bed. Need to get up early to volunteer at the food pantry.
Friday, June 11, 2004
This has been quite the interesting end to the week. First, met Steph...whom I'm supposed to hate because she's so free-spirited (to put it loosely).
Thursday: went to NU, then Galleria, then back to NU. Fun stuff.
Friday: went to Galleria. T sucked today...still don't know what the hell was going on down at Park St...hung out with Bill and Steph. Oh, right, and yardwork. Lots of yardwork. Ended the day by calling my special someone.
So yeah, I can think of three things that are really bugging me and getting on my nerves.
And why do I always end up feeling so hurt and heartbroken?
Anyways, tomorrow going to a graduation party for Desiree. Should be fun.
And now I'm going to follow the childhood adage: "If you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all." I'm going to shut up now.
Good night. Take good care.
Thursday: went to NU, then Galleria, then back to NU. Fun stuff.
Friday: went to Galleria. T sucked today...still don't know what the hell was going on down at Park St...hung out with Bill and Steph. Oh, right, and yardwork. Lots of yardwork. Ended the day by calling my special someone.
So yeah, I can think of three things that are really bugging me and getting on my nerves.
And why do I always end up feeling so hurt and heartbroken?
Anyways, tomorrow going to a graduation party for Desiree. Should be fun.
And now I'm going to follow the childhood adage: "If you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all." I'm going to shut up now.
Good night. Take good care.
Wednesday, June 09, 2004
Ok, since I have nothing better to do than sit down and sweat my ass off here...
Made it to Nick's graduation, but Chuck was acting like a little child. After it was over, we went down onto the field and greeted him, Dickie (who is still the biggest pimp ever), Russ, and a few others. Dickie's girlfriend gave him the strangest look because he gave me this wicked big hug. Twice. And Russ then had a Freudian slip in front of Dickie's girlfriend, sister, and parents, concerning a dog balloon.
Afterwards, it was out to Brigham's for ice cream, where Chris was reunited with Natalie. Once done there, off to Victory, so we could use the damned restrooms, and Chris could get that monstrous gatorade. Bill and Eric went home afterwards. Chris and I walked to his house, and I tried refusing a ride home so I would have to walk (and give me a chance to do something else). He insisted, and I agreed it probably wouldn't be the safest thing for me, because my eyes were still extremely dilated (to the point where you couldn't see any of the green in my eyes...that was fucking scary). On the way home, I learned that if he ever ran for president, I'd vote for him.
Once home, sorta chilled out for a while. Wanted to call Janine right away, but for some reason my parents don't want me talking on the phone with a girl. I mean, they have no problem when Chuck calls and chews my ear off for two and a half hours, but if it's a girl, it's a whole different story. I wonder if they think that I'm gay.
Anyways, eventually I get the chance to call, but I got shitty reception on my cell phone. I don't know why I got into this really really dark mood all of a sudden. Actually, no, that'd be a lie, I know EXACTLY why I got into that mood, it's just that whatever it was shouldn't have bothered me at all...I'm too fucking paranoid. I'm sorry Janine...I know I wasn't the best company for you last night...Oh, and by the way, for saying that you were going to say something, I thought it was a little amusing that you didn't tell me what it was you were going to say. Again, I'm sorry.
Feel like my heart is sort of ripped out right now. Well, mistakes can be fixed, and I'm hoping to get the chance to remedy that one tonight.
In other news...it's too damned hot out...let's see...89, feels like 92. Well, that means I won't be running today, because I actually would collapse and die. I've got someone to live for, so dying is something I'd like to avoid. Also, not running has the added benefit of not having to suffer from nipple burn today. Though I'd prefer nipple burn to dying.
The other unfortunate side effect of this heat is that I'm a sweaty ball of Matt. That's right. A sweaty ball of Matt. So, let's sum this up all in one clause: I'm sweaty, sad, and bored. Did I mention sweaty?
Now it's time to stuff my face for the next seventeen hours, and drink plenty of fluids. If I drink the right kind of stuff, my pee will turn colors!!! Like one summer at band camp...nevermind, let's not go there!
Yes, this is what I do when I'm bored. Ramble about shit that no one cares about. Sorry. I'll go shoot myself now. Then watch a few movies.
I hate being alone. 9 days.
Made it to Nick's graduation, but Chuck was acting like a little child. After it was over, we went down onto the field and greeted him, Dickie (who is still the biggest pimp ever), Russ, and a few others. Dickie's girlfriend gave him the strangest look because he gave me this wicked big hug. Twice. And Russ then had a Freudian slip in front of Dickie's girlfriend, sister, and parents, concerning a dog balloon.
Afterwards, it was out to Brigham's for ice cream, where Chris was reunited with Natalie. Once done there, off to Victory, so we could use the damned restrooms, and Chris could get that monstrous gatorade. Bill and Eric went home afterwards. Chris and I walked to his house, and I tried refusing a ride home so I would have to walk (and give me a chance to do something else). He insisted, and I agreed it probably wouldn't be the safest thing for me, because my eyes were still extremely dilated (to the point where you couldn't see any of the green in my eyes...that was fucking scary). On the way home, I learned that if he ever ran for president, I'd vote for him.
Once home, sorta chilled out for a while. Wanted to call Janine right away, but for some reason my parents don't want me talking on the phone with a girl. I mean, they have no problem when Chuck calls and chews my ear off for two and a half hours, but if it's a girl, it's a whole different story. I wonder if they think that I'm gay.
Anyways, eventually I get the chance to call, but I got shitty reception on my cell phone. I don't know why I got into this really really dark mood all of a sudden. Actually, no, that'd be a lie, I know EXACTLY why I got into that mood, it's just that whatever it was shouldn't have bothered me at all...I'm too fucking paranoid. I'm sorry Janine...I know I wasn't the best company for you last night...Oh, and by the way, for saying that you were going to say something, I thought it was a little amusing that you didn't tell me what it was you were going to say. Again, I'm sorry.
Feel like my heart is sort of ripped out right now. Well, mistakes can be fixed, and I'm hoping to get the chance to remedy that one tonight.
In other news...it's too damned hot out...let's see...89, feels like 92. Well, that means I won't be running today, because I actually would collapse and die. I've got someone to live for, so dying is something I'd like to avoid. Also, not running has the added benefit of not having to suffer from nipple burn today. Though I'd prefer nipple burn to dying.
The other unfortunate side effect of this heat is that I'm a sweaty ball of Matt. That's right. A sweaty ball of Matt. So, let's sum this up all in one clause: I'm sweaty, sad, and bored. Did I mention sweaty?
Now it's time to stuff my face for the next seventeen hours, and drink plenty of fluids. If I drink the right kind of stuff, my pee will turn colors!!! Like one summer at band camp...nevermind, let's not go there!
Yes, this is what I do when I'm bored. Ramble about shit that no one cares about. Sorry. I'll go shoot myself now. Then watch a few movies.
I hate being alone. 9 days.
Tuesday, June 08, 2004
Quick post.
Yesterday was a little boring, but gave myself a caffeine and sugar high anyways, then I was perked up when Lexan called.
Today, volunteered at the food pantry, walked home, ate alot, now I'm off to get my eyes dilated. Afterwards, going to try and make it to Nick's graduation. Meeting everyone there at 6:30.
Doobie doobie doo...I love that penguin...oh, right...need fireworks...
Au revoir, tout le monde...sante.
Yesterday was a little boring, but gave myself a caffeine and sugar high anyways, then I was perked up when Lexan called.
Today, volunteered at the food pantry, walked home, ate alot, now I'm off to get my eyes dilated. Afterwards, going to try and make it to Nick's graduation. Meeting everyone there at 6:30.
Doobie doobie doo...I love that penguin...oh, right...need fireworks...
Au revoir, tout le monde...sante.
Monday, June 07, 2004
Yesterday was the 60th anniversary of the execution of Operation Overlord--the invasion of Normandy. Over 4,700 ships, 100,000 men, and 2,000 aircraft participated. The first to fight and die were the paratroopers, whom achieved all their objectives, despite taking heavy casualties (up to 40-50%). Next, the infantry hit the beaches in the morning, shortly after an artillery and bomb bombardment. The landings were a complete success, except for at "Bloody Omaha", where over 2,500 Americans were killed. If the bodies were spread out over the entire beach, there would be one dead GI every six feet in all directions.
May we remember the sacrifices they made forevermore, and may they rest in peace.
I had this long thing written up, but it got to be about 13 pages long, and I was pretty sure no one would bother reading the entire thing, so I just posted that.
This weekend was pretty good. Friday night, went to see Harry Potter with Hav (yes, we are both still men!), and actually enjoyed it. We were too bloody cheap to pay $2.50 to come back one stop from Quincy Center, and so we walked and talked.
Saturday morning, I was up and at 'em, and put a couple last second touches on my pack. We made our way to the pier and waited around for a while...then someone finally tells us that we were at the wrong pier, and we have to go all the way around to Quincy Bay and launch from there. About an hour later, we are on Grape Island, and we have camp set up. Chris, Nick, Marky, and I go hiking along the trails, and Marky decides to split off. We continued to walk over the entire island, go climbing in the trees, and take TWO naps.
Once we got back at camp, it was about time to cook our steaks...and so we did, and they kicked ass. Afterwards, I was introduced to a knife game that is generally banned in the Boy Scouts called "Mumble the Peg"...aptly named because the loser has to pick a small peg out of the dirt with his teeth. Nick...*sigh*...you were too suggestible...how many times was it? Six? Seven?
Then we took some rope that I brought, a hook Marky brought, and some left over steak and went fishing (which failed), and crabbing (which also failed...for now...those things were WICKED BIG I tell you!).
Marky learned a valuable lesson--not to use bug spray containers as flamethrowers. And, like an ass, killed moths and put them into my drink. Good going there.
Reveille was at 0730, and we cooked breakfast, broke camp, and got back to the mainland. I was back by about 11:00, and watched part of the D-Day Tribute being held at Arromanches. Unfortunately, I couldn't stand watching it any longer because the damned broadcaster wouldn't SHUT THE HELL UP and let us watch and listen to it.
May we remember the sacrifices they made forevermore, and may they rest in peace.
I had this long thing written up, but it got to be about 13 pages long, and I was pretty sure no one would bother reading the entire thing, so I just posted that.
This weekend was pretty good. Friday night, went to see Harry Potter with Hav (yes, we are both still men!), and actually enjoyed it. We were too bloody cheap to pay $2.50 to come back one stop from Quincy Center, and so we walked and talked.
Saturday morning, I was up and at 'em, and put a couple last second touches on my pack. We made our way to the pier and waited around for a while...then someone finally tells us that we were at the wrong pier, and we have to go all the way around to Quincy Bay and launch from there. About an hour later, we are on Grape Island, and we have camp set up. Chris, Nick, Marky, and I go hiking along the trails, and Marky decides to split off. We continued to walk over the entire island, go climbing in the trees, and take TWO naps.
Once we got back at camp, it was about time to cook our steaks...and so we did, and they kicked ass. Afterwards, I was introduced to a knife game that is generally banned in the Boy Scouts called "Mumble the Peg"...aptly named because the loser has to pick a small peg out of the dirt with his teeth. Nick...*sigh*...you were too suggestible...how many times was it? Six? Seven?
Then we took some rope that I brought, a hook Marky brought, and some left over steak and went fishing (which failed), and crabbing (which also failed...for now...those things were WICKED BIG I tell you!).
Marky learned a valuable lesson--not to use bug spray containers as flamethrowers. And, like an ass, killed moths and put them into my drink. Good going there.
Reveille was at 0730, and we cooked breakfast, broke camp, and got back to the mainland. I was back by about 11:00, and watched part of the D-Day Tribute being held at Arromanches. Unfortunately, I couldn't stand watching it any longer because the damned broadcaster wouldn't SHUT THE HELL UP and let us watch and listen to it.
Friday, June 04, 2004
Today...was...awesome...! But then again, it could have been so much better.....
First off, I woke up...a feat in of itself!
Thirdly, and most importantly: I ran 7 miles at a relaxed, very comfortable pace, and finished in 54:59...a good improvement...I'm actually thinking about celebrating that a bit tonight, because that makes me wicked happy. Made me ravenously hungry though...I'm not quite sure if I left any food left for my parents to eat tonight...whoops...:-/
Anyways, I'll be heading to Hav's at 5, and it's going to be an early night because I need to be refreshed for the camping excursion. Let's avoid the poison ivy, please. Throwing it into the fire DOESN'T count as "avoiding" it...THIS MEANS YOU!!!
In other news, my body is stiff and aches, and my nipples are sore. Now to go pack my frame pack, and with any luck, I'll be able to call a very special person later on.
First off, I woke up...a feat in of itself!
Thirdly, and most importantly: I ran 7 miles at a relaxed, very comfortable pace, and finished in 54:59...a good improvement...I'm actually thinking about celebrating that a bit tonight, because that makes me wicked happy. Made me ravenously hungry though...I'm not quite sure if I left any food left for my parents to eat tonight...whoops...:-/
Anyways, I'll be heading to Hav's at 5, and it's going to be an early night because I need to be refreshed for the camping excursion. Let's avoid the poison ivy, please. Throwing it into the fire DOESN'T count as "avoiding" it...THIS MEANS YOU!!!
In other news, my body is stiff and aches, and my nipples are sore. Now to go pack my frame pack, and with any luck, I'll be able to call a very special person later on.
Good morning, everyone. Good news and bad news. Let's start with yesterday.
Where should I start? Got up, walked down to and volunteered at the food pantry. Once I got back, I threw on some shorts, and went out for a 1.5 mile run. Shitty time. Oh well, can't run well everyday. At least it made me feel better.
Hav and I cancelled our plans due to the thunderstorm that was supposed to hit, and instead, I found myself going to a florist with my parents to pick out a few things for our backyard.
Got back, was given a book about D-Day (Voices of Valor), and I'm actually currently listening to the audio accounts that came with the book.
Called the lovely Lexan, and that ended the day on a very good note :-).
Today's agenda is as follows: get stuff ready for camping trip, find out if spear fishing is illegal, do some weeding in the yard...that's about it.
Tonight...no plans for tonight. Looks like I'll be staying in. Crap. Time goes slow enough as it is...I don't need boredom to add to it. Being a little worried sucks big time.
Anyways, I really must be off to do work. Hopefully talk to you later.
Where should I start? Got up, walked down to and volunteered at the food pantry. Once I got back, I threw on some shorts, and went out for a 1.5 mile run. Shitty time. Oh well, can't run well everyday. At least it made me feel better.
Hav and I cancelled our plans due to the thunderstorm that was supposed to hit, and instead, I found myself going to a florist with my parents to pick out a few things for our backyard.
Got back, was given a book about D-Day (Voices of Valor), and I'm actually currently listening to the audio accounts that came with the book.
Called the lovely Lexan, and that ended the day on a very good note :-).
Today's agenda is as follows: get stuff ready for camping trip, find out if spear fishing is illegal, do some weeding in the yard...that's about it.
Tonight...no plans for tonight. Looks like I'll be staying in. Crap. Time goes slow enough as it is...I don't need boredom to add to it. Being a little worried sucks big time.
Anyways, I really must be off to do work. Hopefully talk to you later.
Thursday, June 03, 2004
Woo. Hoo. Yesterday, picked up the T to Copley, walked down to Comm. Ave. and picked up my paycheck for QTC...not a whole lot. Hoping this month will be better for it, but I don't know. Afterwards, picked the T back up to Lechmere and met up with Mike and Bill at the Galleria...didn't do the normal...instead we just picked a table at the food court and sat there and talked.
On the T home, we were talking, and a gentleman was kind enough to spell out an Irish word for me...excellent, now I know what to look for. Muahahahaha!
Of course, I left out the rest of yesterday...so here goes...woke up, hydrated myself, then went for a 5 mile run (last 2 miles were absolutely killer...). Then I got home, and got ready to leave.
Today, woke up late, rushed off to ISSB to volunteer (and was rewarded with being given all the heavy lifting stuff...great timing by me!), walked back.
On the way home, I called Janine just to leave a message for her...yeah...that worked out REAL well :-(. I feel pretty retarded right now.
On the brighter side of things, I'm going out to do a short run in a few minutes. It's about 1.5 miles long, and so I'm going to run it hard, but I doubt I'll have a good time because I'm pretty dehydrated.
On the T home, we were talking, and a gentleman was kind enough to spell out an Irish word for me...excellent, now I know what to look for. Muahahahaha!
Of course, I left out the rest of yesterday...so here goes...woke up, hydrated myself, then went for a 5 mile run (last 2 miles were absolutely killer...). Then I got home, and got ready to leave.
Today, woke up late, rushed off to ISSB to volunteer (and was rewarded with being given all the heavy lifting stuff...great timing by me!), walked back.
On the way home, I called Janine just to leave a message for her...yeah...that worked out REAL well :-(. I feel pretty retarded right now.
On the brighter side of things, I'm going out to do a short run in a few minutes. It's about 1.5 miles long, and so I'm going to run it hard, but I doubt I'll have a good time because I'm pretty dehydrated.
Wednesday, June 02, 2004
Yesterday had a couple of milestones for me.
The first milestone was that I ran 3.5 miles at a sub-7 minute mile pace. Pushed myself, but not too hard, so I know I can do better. It's the toughest workouts you feel the best about :-).
Second one was going to the RMV and getting my learner's permit. Test was wicked easy. I wish I had been smart and gotten it back when I was 16...but I was young and stupid and didn't have any reason to get one. Of course, now that I have a very important reason, I get sort of fucked over...my own fault though.
I feel the best about the running, because unlike the permit, I actually had to work for it.
What else? Oh yeah, once I got home from the RMV, went off to Quincy Track Club, and there were like 30 staff there for 50 kids or so. Don't know how Geoff pays us all...especially us office workers. We're lazy bums.
When I got home, I ate a ton of chocolate and put caffeine into me. Received a phone call from the one and only LEXAN!. After talking to her, I went straight to bed, because I was wicked wiped. That's right punk, I'm talkin' to you! :-P
Today's agenda: going out running soon, shower, eat, then it's off to Copley to pass out water at the Corporate Challenge Road Race. Then it's back home. And more eating. I get paid tonight! Hell yeah!
Alright, now it's recovery day. Off to run. Au revoir, a bientot!
The first milestone was that I ran 3.5 miles at a sub-7 minute mile pace. Pushed myself, but not too hard, so I know I can do better. It's the toughest workouts you feel the best about :-).
Second one was going to the RMV and getting my learner's permit. Test was wicked easy. I wish I had been smart and gotten it back when I was 16...but I was young and stupid and didn't have any reason to get one. Of course, now that I have a very important reason, I get sort of fucked over...my own fault though.
I feel the best about the running, because unlike the permit, I actually had to work for it.
What else? Oh yeah, once I got home from the RMV, went off to Quincy Track Club, and there were like 30 staff there for 50 kids or so. Don't know how Geoff pays us all...especially us office workers. We're lazy bums.
When I got home, I ate a ton of chocolate and put caffeine into me. Received a phone call from the one and only LEXAN!. After talking to her, I went straight to bed, because I was wicked wiped. That's right punk, I'm talkin' to you! :-P
Today's agenda: going out running soon, shower, eat, then it's off to Copley to pass out water at the Corporate Challenge Road Race. Then it's back home. And more eating. I get paid tonight! Hell yeah!
Alright, now it's recovery day. Off to run. Au revoir, a bientot!
Tuesday, June 01, 2004
Did thinking. Can understand where mother was coming from, but still think reasons are bullshit. Whatever. Pretty sure she actually doesn't want us to break up, that was just my initial reaction to what was said.
Came back last night and just started chillen like a villain (TM) on the computer. Good stuff. Especially after I went crazy because of fatigue. Oh yeah. It would have been funny to have woken up after smashing my face on the keyboard from falling asleep.
And just to let everyone know, that axe I was holding in that picture on Chris's blog was just sharpened. I still have all my extremities, as does everyone else, so I'd like to believe that I was being at least a LITTLE safe with it.
Today's schedule: eat, go running, shower, driving permit, track club. Will elaborate later.
Sir? Sir? I specifically asked for no marshmellows in my hot cocoa, please give me a new one. Sir? I want you to give me a new cup of hot cocoa, without marshmellows.
Take it or leave it, Johnny Five.
Johnny Five?! Who's Johnny Five?
Came back last night and just started chillen like a villain (TM) on the computer. Good stuff. Especially after I went crazy because of fatigue. Oh yeah. It would have been funny to have woken up after smashing my face on the keyboard from falling asleep.
And just to let everyone know, that axe I was holding in that picture on Chris's blog was just sharpened. I still have all my extremities, as does everyone else, so I'd like to believe that I was being at least a LITTLE safe with it.
Today's schedule: eat, go running, shower, driving permit, track club. Will elaborate later.
Sir? Sir? I specifically asked for no marshmellows in my hot cocoa, please give me a new one. Sir? I want you to give me a new cup of hot cocoa, without marshmellows.
Take it or leave it, Johnny Five.
Johnny Five?! Who's Johnny Five?