April 29, 2004 :: 4:25 p.m.
the term "butterball turkey" grosses me out
I have class in T-2 hours. Waaaaah. I don't want to do. I never want to do. It's such a gorgeous day out... I would much prefer to saddle the dog up and take him trail-walking or even just sit on the porch (under heavy netting for protection from insects, of course) reading instead of using up what little gas I have driving back and forth from class just to be bored out of my skull for 3 hours. I cobbled together a stack of unfinished and/or unworthy writing to turn in tonight, as it's the last day for submissions and as it stands currently I'd be getting a B, tops. This hurts me, but not quite badly enough to make me care. School has me completely burned out, which just doubly sucks because what I do in school is what I used to do for fun, so now I have no interest in school AND no hobbies. Fuck.
So this morning I went out to Wildwood and did week 5, day 3 of my running program - 20 minutes straight running. I was fairly sure it would kill me, actually, but here I am. It wasn't really that bad. I probably could've gone a few more minutes, but since when am I one to do extra work? Nevah. So, I'm all proud of myself today. It's a good feeling.
Anyway, now I must go eat dinner and prepare for Creative Snoozing. I'm staying at Adam's tonight, so no updates until tomorrow. Or whenever. Like anyone cares. I�ve rolled so far downhill.
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