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Today was such a long day. I mean, I don't even beleive that what happened this morning was today. Kind of like that.
My mom's new house is pretty cool, at least my room. It's always relatively shady, but bright in the morning (starting at about 5:30) when I actually need to get up. Plus, there's a crab apple tree with apple blossoms and a pine tree right outside the window that get all glinty in the sun. Anyway, this morning I kept thinking it was later than it was, but I ended up just checking this watch at like six-thirty, thinking it was 9. I was sort of half asleep though, so I'm not sure if it really happened.
Then I realized my cell phone was missing, or rather re-realized it, and figured it must have fallen out of my pocket or something, so I looked in my gym locker. It was there, but in two peices with the screen broken off. I think it's more my fault that I left my locker unlocked, but it kind of bugged me. I wasn't really mad at whoever did it though, I was more just sad that I'd lost the number of just about everybody I'd met since about july.
That said, if I've met you since july, I'll probably be asking your phone number sometime soon. Actually, since I've had the cell phone I haven't really bothered to learn anybody's number, so I'll probably be asking your number anyway.
Then I finished some reading in Catch-22, which is possibly the most genious book I've ever read or heard of, decided not to do the 3-quote analysis, and then biked home to get my track stuff, for the incredibly long, humid track meet at Mt. Mansfield that was never supposed to happen in the first place. I ran the 1500m and the 3000m, two very long races in which I was both bored and in pain. I didn't qualify for states in either.
After a one and a half hour bus ride home during which I talked to nobody, and did nothing, I was home, just all my stuff was at my mom's house, so I biked over there, got yelled at a little bit for getting my cell phone stolen and defaced, drove back, and now I'm just tired.
Wow. For a day being so long, I really didn't do much. I think I just thought alot, and that made it seem long. It's what you get for being a distance runner.
I'm also seeing Catch-22s everywhere, like how I can never really cry, because every time I start to well up, I feel happy that I'm crying, because I haven't cried in such a long time. Then I stop crying, and I'm sad again, because I didn't cry.
My mom's new house is pretty cool, at least my room. It's always relatively shady, but bright in the morning (starting at about 5:30) when I actually need to get up. Plus, there's a crab apple tree with apple blossoms and a pine tree right outside the window that get all glinty in the sun. Anyway, this morning I kept thinking it was later than it was, but I ended up just checking this watch at like six-thirty, thinking it was 9. I was sort of half asleep though, so I'm not sure if it really happened.
Then I realized my cell phone was missing, or rather re-realized it, and figured it must have fallen out of my pocket or something, so I looked in my gym locker. It was there, but in two peices with the screen broken off. I think it's more my fault that I left my locker unlocked, but it kind of bugged me. I wasn't really mad at whoever did it though, I was more just sad that I'd lost the number of just about everybody I'd met since about july.
That said, if I've met you since july, I'll probably be asking your phone number sometime soon. Actually, since I've had the cell phone I haven't really bothered to learn anybody's number, so I'll probably be asking your number anyway.
Then I finished some reading in Catch-22, which is possibly the most genious book I've ever read or heard of, decided not to do the 3-quote analysis, and then biked home to get my track stuff, for the incredibly long, humid track meet at Mt. Mansfield that was never supposed to happen in the first place. I ran the 1500m and the 3000m, two very long races in which I was both bored and in pain. I didn't qualify for states in either.
After a one and a half hour bus ride home during which I talked to nobody, and did nothing, I was home, just all my stuff was at my mom's house, so I biked over there, got yelled at a little bit for getting my cell phone stolen and defaced, drove back, and now I'm just tired.
Wow. For a day being so long, I really didn't do much. I think I just thought alot, and that made it seem long. It's what you get for being a distance runner.
I'm also seeing Catch-22s everywhere, like how I can never really cry, because every time I start to well up, I feel happy that I'm crying, because I haven't cried in such a long time. Then I stop crying, and I'm sad again, because I didn't cry.