school sucked. school sucks, in general. you don't want to hear about it.

on a good note, hannah burned me a copy of the moon and antartica by modest mouse. i'm listening to it right now, and it's sooooooo good. it's so weirdly-indie-dope-classical rock, it's hard to explain. thanks a mil, yo!

i need to get all of my freakin' guitars restrung! i need to at least get a practice amp for my electric guitar! i need these things, or a fucking wake up call, because i don't want to disappoint myself and become anything less of a rockstar.

"did you know that there's crap in your blood?" - my brother, john. i don't know if it's true, or if he meant "crap" as in crap like white blood cells, or if he actually meant bile shit waste products. whatever it was, it sounded funny to me.

swim practice was crazy today. i can almost do a flip turn, which is so fucking awesome. it's like doing a somersault/twist, and it's supposed to shave a couple of seconds off of my swim time. i still need to learn how to swim the length of the pool - 25 yards. hah, i'm still the worst swimmer on the team, but that's alright, 'cuz i'm not the least liked!

that title goes to rob morrow.

almost every busride from hazen pool back to renton has this conversation, always initiated by brad: "if you had to fuck either coach or ms. sweet, who would you do?"

the answer almost always invariably ends with "ms. sweet." even ben sweet, ms. sweet's son, chooses to fuck his own mother than to have to fuck coach die.

die!

i worked out a little when i got home, and ate some of that steak that i brought home from saturday (technically it was sunday, but who's counting?). needless to say, i need to work out my shoulders and upper body a lot more, because having this canon-ball resistant abdominal area is just weird.

and of course, i need to go out and run - i actually want to, too, yo!