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Wow, so its crazy when all along you have been hearing one thing, then when you see it written its completely different than what you thought you knew. Nuts huh?
So I have not written in ages. My mom talked with Tim Amen for about an hour at the Frostbite Regatta. He said he wished he coulda written a reccommendation for me! WTF! I make fun of that guy to his face all the time.
Unbelievable, unbelieveable.
There's a civil war goin on inside. We have to fix that or else we will be the shittiest group of good rowers ever.
I love the feeling of control. On Saturday, after very little warm up, I sat at the starting line, waiting to indure 1000 meters of sheer pain. I was accompanied by Kevin, Marco, and Pat. I remember looking my competition up and down and having no feelings of fear. I felt so relaxed. When the flag went down we went. Half way through the race I was worried, but I looked over at the Sammammish Masters and said to myself there is no way i will lose to those old men. At that point, I knew that we would not be stopped. Needless to say I was wearing a medal about 20 minutes later.
Reflecting upon that, it means nothing. This medal means nothing, none of it really matters, ive devoted all this time to crew, which i really enjoy, but people are always like you will not become a millionaire by rowing, and its pretty obvious that i wont, so why do i do it?
But after all do i really want to be a millionaire? The only way i would become one was if i labored over a desk all day and spent nights doing work at home, which would suck. I'd rather do something i enjoy, look forward to working everyday. I mean think about glass blowing hippies. Every day they are all excited to go to work to make a vase, or bong, or something, they are making a craft that will benefit some other person. If I was a lawyer, or an accountant or something it would suck all day id sit on my ass reading papers n stuff. That wouldnt be legit. I wish i was Merriwether Lewis, then i'd be payed for adventuring through some woods carrying a ton of beads for Native Americans. Thats the life, imagine being payed to adventure. Wild.
So i cut my hair. I decided it was time to go. No further comments.
Turn it off, shut it down.
The mind is a powerful thing. This comment so broad and so common yet so true. Think about it, im just writing these words freely, without any predetermined order, I kinda like that though it mixes it up...awesome.
So now that ive wasted your time i feel that i can legitimately get back to work that im probably not gonna do until the night before its do.
YES!
L-I-V-I-N
-Bigs-
So I have not written in ages. My mom talked with Tim Amen for about an hour at the Frostbite Regatta. He said he wished he coulda written a reccommendation for me! WTF! I make fun of that guy to his face all the time.
Unbelievable, unbelieveable.
There's a civil war goin on inside. We have to fix that or else we will be the shittiest group of good rowers ever.
I love the feeling of control. On Saturday, after very little warm up, I sat at the starting line, waiting to indure 1000 meters of sheer pain. I was accompanied by Kevin, Marco, and Pat. I remember looking my competition up and down and having no feelings of fear. I felt so relaxed. When the flag went down we went. Half way through the race I was worried, but I looked over at the Sammammish Masters and said to myself there is no way i will lose to those old men. At that point, I knew that we would not be stopped. Needless to say I was wearing a medal about 20 minutes later.
Reflecting upon that, it means nothing. This medal means nothing, none of it really matters, ive devoted all this time to crew, which i really enjoy, but people are always like you will not become a millionaire by rowing, and its pretty obvious that i wont, so why do i do it?
But after all do i really want to be a millionaire? The only way i would become one was if i labored over a desk all day and spent nights doing work at home, which would suck. I'd rather do something i enjoy, look forward to working everyday. I mean think about glass blowing hippies. Every day they are all excited to go to work to make a vase, or bong, or something, they are making a craft that will benefit some other person. If I was a lawyer, or an accountant or something it would suck all day id sit on my ass reading papers n stuff. That wouldnt be legit. I wish i was Merriwether Lewis, then i'd be payed for adventuring through some woods carrying a ton of beads for Native Americans. Thats the life, imagine being payed to adventure. Wild.
So i cut my hair. I decided it was time to go. No further comments.
Turn it off, shut it down.
The mind is a powerful thing. This comment so broad and so common yet so true. Think about it, im just writing these words freely, without any predetermined order, I kinda like that though it mixes it up...awesome.
So now that ive wasted your time i feel that i can legitimately get back to work that im probably not gonna do until the night before its do.
YES!
L-I-V-I-N
-Bigs-