today, during lunch, i studied in the library. it was the best studying EVER. at first, i felt like i was missing out on all the good shit that happens during lunch period, but then i remembered that NOTHING HAPPENS AT OUR GOD FORSAKEN SCHOOL OF BORING SOFT KNOCKS AND DOWN-TO-EARTH IDIOTS, so why worry?
what. me. worry? ON AN ALFRED E. NEUMAN TIP!
for me, swimming always turns out to be a humbling and somewhat disappointing part of my day. in my head, i feel like i've improved a great amount, assuringly telling myself "i can do anything!" but once practice time comes along, i see how much i really suck. sure, at least i can go the whole length of the pool without stopping, but realistically speaking, the shortest race distance in a swim meet is two pool lengths.
the shortest race; a minimalist's medium.
i am THE slowest person on the team. granted, i'm happy for my brother, because he gets faster and faster everyday, rising the ranks, but other than that, i'm slower than a bunch of losers. funny looking losers. losers who get made fun of, alienated, and scrutinized for their unexcuseable moronic behavior. take rob morrow for instance: in my discussion yesterday with dr. muckerheide, he said this: "i've been a teacher for probably 35 years now, and in all my time teaching, i have never known a person with more screws loose than rob morrow."
okay, so it's pretty low of me to rag on a person online, especially someone of the underdog quality as rob. you'd think that, wouldn't you? WELL IT'S NOT THAT WAY. I AM THE HERO OF THIS STORY. ME. ME! ME!!!
i got the worst cramps of my life at the end of practice. my left leg felt like it was completely paralyzed, and i couldn't bend it for anything. my other leg felt like a giant rope tied in knots - KNOTS TIED BY SATAN HIMSELF. i guess i need more potassium in me, or some dietary bullshit like that.
i want ice cream!
highlight of my day: taking the sweetest fucking hot shower EVER after swimming in pool water that had been imported and defrosted ice, straight from the artic ocean.
what. me. worry? ON AN ALFRED E. NEUMAN TIP!
for me, swimming always turns out to be a humbling and somewhat disappointing part of my day. in my head, i feel like i've improved a great amount, assuringly telling myself "i can do anything!" but once practice time comes along, i see how much i really suck. sure, at least i can go the whole length of the pool without stopping, but realistically speaking, the shortest race distance in a swim meet is two pool lengths.
the shortest race; a minimalist's medium.
i am THE slowest person on the team. granted, i'm happy for my brother, because he gets faster and faster everyday, rising the ranks, but other than that, i'm slower than a bunch of losers. funny looking losers. losers who get made fun of, alienated, and scrutinized for their unexcuseable moronic behavior. take rob morrow for instance: in my discussion yesterday with dr. muckerheide, he said this: "i've been a teacher for probably 35 years now, and in all my time teaching, i have never known a person with more screws loose than rob morrow."
okay, so it's pretty low of me to rag on a person online, especially someone of the underdog quality as rob. you'd think that, wouldn't you? WELL IT'S NOT THAT WAY. I AM THE HERO OF THIS STORY. ME. ME! ME!!!
i got the worst cramps of my life at the end of practice. my left leg felt like it was completely paralyzed, and i couldn't bend it for anything. my other leg felt like a giant rope tied in knots - KNOTS TIED BY SATAN HIMSELF. i guess i need more potassium in me, or some dietary bullshit like that.
i want ice cream!
highlight of my day: taking the sweetest fucking hot shower EVER after swimming in pool water that had been imported and defrosted ice, straight from the artic ocean.
posted by Jocagu at 1/08/2003 09:02:00 PM
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