Can you get me something I'd like to call... a sandwich?"
Posted by nfpvic at 09:20 PM on April 5, 2005.
Oh man, I have been so lazy. No, dude, seriously, SLOTHFUL. XD Too indolent to even polish my spectacles, and so it's pretty irritating to look at the computer screen right now, through all the smudge.
Life's been swell thus far! With the exception of Calculus :/ Exam this Thursday, BLAST it all! :O It's review, but nonetheless. I'm terrified. :F OH shit, I still have four chapters left to read for english by tomorrow. BLAST!
Let's see, what else is going on... OMG, I saw 42nd street last Friday, and it was SO GOOD! I loved the singing, and also the tapping. Everyone in it was amazing and positively adorable. ESPECIALLY-- no, won't go there. XD Most people know my answer(s) anyhow.
I only had two complaints about the experience: 1) my camera's damn batteries ran out of power like, 3 seconds before I was about to take a secretive picture of a very attractive male; and 2) our freaking seat got moved from pretty good to EXCEEDINGLY crappy (quite near the last row -_-;; ) Oh, and also, near these whorish preppy girls who would sing along poorly to the few lyrics they knew. Luckily they left early, so it doesn't constitute as a complaint. Otherwise, I got a great show, watched it with great people (kat and breezer and hamtara!), got hugs at the end from multiple mormon boys (XD) and also girls (but not of the mormon religion), AND I got a free cookie and free soda from the band room. Oh yeah! And I saw Chris do the leprechaun thing where you jump and click your heels together. Coolest. Thing. Ever.
My weekend? Shoot, I did nothing. I can't think of anything that I did, productive-wise that is.
So then today. Ugh, I completely forgot that I had to teach piano today -_-;; so my student came, and I'm all still gross from track, hadn't eaten at all, and I needed to spend an hour coaxing this girl to read the f-ing music. *dies*
By the way, we did the ladder in track. As in, 700-600-500-400-300-200-400-200 sprint intervals with 2 minute jogging rest in between. Hell. Oh well, 'tis the life of track!
Worse than the physical pains of the sport though, track practice really impedes upon my ability to communicate at anytime during the evening (or during the practice, for that matter). Plus, in the morning, I can barely string a sentence together due to it being the morning, and thusly sucking by default. I think that means that lately, there have been only about 3 hours out of the entire day in which I actually make sense when I open my mouth. Excellent.
Okay, procrastination time has ended. Well, I'm off to go panic now! XD
Life's been swell thus far! With the exception of Calculus :/ Exam this Thursday, BLAST it all! :O It's review, but nonetheless. I'm terrified. :F OH shit, I still have four chapters left to read for english by tomorrow. BLAST!
Let's see, what else is going on... OMG, I saw 42nd street last Friday, and it was SO GOOD! I loved the singing, and also the tapping. Everyone in it was amazing and positively adorable. ESPECIALLY-- no, won't go there. XD Most people know my answer(s) anyhow.
I only had two complaints about the experience: 1) my camera's damn batteries ran out of power like, 3 seconds before I was about to take a secretive picture of a very attractive male; and 2) our freaking seat got moved from pretty good to EXCEEDINGLY crappy (quite near the last row -_-;; ) Oh, and also, near these whorish preppy girls who would sing along poorly to the few lyrics they knew. Luckily they left early, so it doesn't constitute as a complaint. Otherwise, I got a great show, watched it with great people (kat and breezer and hamtara!), got hugs at the end from multiple mormon boys (XD) and also girls (but not of the mormon religion), AND I got a free cookie and free soda from the band room. Oh yeah! And I saw Chris do the leprechaun thing where you jump and click your heels together. Coolest. Thing. Ever.
My weekend? Shoot, I did nothing. I can't think of anything that I did, productive-wise that is.
So then today. Ugh, I completely forgot that I had to teach piano today -_-;; so my student came, and I'm all still gross from track, hadn't eaten at all, and I needed to spend an hour coaxing this girl to read the f-ing music. *dies*
By the way, we did the ladder in track. As in, 700-600-500-400-300-200-400-200 sprint intervals with 2 minute jogging rest in between. Hell. Oh well, 'tis the life of track!
Worse than the physical pains of the sport though, track practice really impedes upon my ability to communicate at anytime during the evening (or during the practice, for that matter). Plus, in the morning, I can barely string a sentence together due to it being the morning, and thusly sucking by default. I think that means that lately, there have been only about 3 hours out of the entire day in which I actually make sense when I open my mouth. Excellent.
Okay, procrastination time has ended. Well, I'm off to go panic now! XD


