dizamn, yo. i'm actually making an attempt at doing some homework here. it makes me feel both proud and awkward... like being a mule or something.

don't you just love my analogies?

track practice was killer today. i was breathing hard, at least. like this: *gasp* *gasp* *gasp*

gasp. i'd rather be swimming and tired.

i know it sounds gay, but i had a conversation with winmill on our "cool down" run about stuff being discussed in biology today. somehow i got into talking about the possibility of mapping out all of our human emotions by their chemical basis in our brains. it made me feel like such a science fiction nerd!

and yeah, when i got back from running, larry called me a faggot for running all the way to the bench with winmill.

fun stuff!

i hate reading blogs about what people did during practice, mainly because they talk about exactly what i didn't do during practice. i always half-ass shit and take it less seriously than wanksters do. but then again, i want to be fast...

i also want to be an inch taller, but that'll never happen until i can afford some black-market super human growth hormone.

gilmore girls and everwood are on tonight. i don't know if i should tape them for later, or let myself indulge in quality-fucking-programming for two hours straight. it's going to be a hard decision! apparently jess tries to go a little far with rory, and she ain't having none of it.

i just saw a hugh jackman on t.v. with long hair... it was scary!