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So today was pretty good... right?
I mean, I woke up in time for my Latin class, got there AND got to talk to Jim, which is always a plus. Not to mention the endlessly amusing antics of my extraordinarily eccentric classmates. I am realizing that I am going to have to put up with my ferret-professor for another 10 weeks after Christmas. Hmm. Oh well, at least I'll be used to her.
Then I got to putz in my room for awhile...filled out some paperwork for UW athlete training center treatment and stuff...and tried to read some Absalom Absalom! which is... impossible. Faulkner was a crack fiend, I assure you. I fell asleep after about 20 pages... almost. Only 380 left to go!
Crew was ok today... I worked really independently, which is ok when I'm focusing and trying to work really hard... but it was pretty miserable running back from the boathouse in the dark and the rain. Boo to that.
Peer Review Board training tonight was AWESOME. I was nervous going into it (not as nervous as Tuesday, but still nervous) because... these people still don't know each other that well, and I was worried that this session would be them staring at me blankly while I groped for intelligent things to say...and it totally wasn't. They interact so well together...almost too well--and they wouldn't shut up. They talked together, they talked to me, they had questions, and they had really good things to say. I am SO optimistic about the upcoming "season" if you will, because I seriously think this is really an outstanding group--no leadership BS here loaded with fake optimism and happy faces... I'm seriously convinced that these people are really going to be good at what they're going to be doing. I really liked getting together into smaller groups tonight (mostly because I had all my favorites to talk to) and talking on a more personal level. Really... I think it's going to be a good year.
I had to laugh earlier... before I went to training, I got a phone call. Problem: I don't know who it was.
-Hello?
----[guy's voice] is this Megan?
-Yeah, hey--what's up?
----Oh not much, what are you up to?
-just going to get in the shower--I've got a meeting at 6.
----Well, I was wondering what you're doing tomorrow.
-Class, and crew.. that's about it.
----Well we should get together when I get off work.
-Ok, give me a call.
----Ok, I'll talk to you then.
-CLICK-
Ummm!?!? I have it narrowed down to two people, and I think I know who it was, but I'm not quite sure! The phone # that showed up on my caller ID doesn't match either of their numbers, so come on--can you blame me? :(
I suppose the positive side of this is that I could be getting some ass from someone tomorrow, I just won't know who it is until he comes to pick me up ;) Yay!
Blech... 2k erg test tomorrow at crew. Oh well, get in there and pull it out, I guess. Goal now is 1:57 but that may change, depending on how I feel when I get there. Someone give me something to be pissed about so I can give the ergometer hell, plz.
Blech.. Latin test tomorrow, and I have vocab to work on :( Oh well, get in there and pull it out, I guess.
Hmm... Oh yeah--I was going to rant yesterday about the girls in the McMahon fitness center. I come in there dragging my ass after crew practice...sweaty and nasty, right? I walk in and see these little butterflies darting around the room in their little Abercrombie shorts and little graphic T's... and I want to kill them. All of them. They dance around from machine to machine, spending no more than five minutes on each one on the lowest level, talking the entire time.. and what? They're supposed to be working out? I don't think so! These people need to understand that to "work out" you need to sweat. You need to breathe through your mouth, thx. I realize that they're trying to work out so they don't get pegged with the frosh 15, but seriously--they're not doing themselves any good, because they're not burning off jack shit for calories, and they're not improving strength or flexibility either, because they're hardly even getting their muscles warm! Sheesh--and it's not like wearing A&F on the butt of their little shorts is going to do anything for them either--guys don't hang out in the McMahon fitness center.
Oh yeah--and if you don't know how to use the ergometer, DON'T USE IT. You'll hurt yourself, for chrissakes! (not to mention that I need to use it :P ) GRR!!
Ok, got some good Oakenfold on now, and I'm ready to attack that Latin.
I mean, I woke up in time for my Latin class, got there AND got to talk to Jim, which is always a plus. Not to mention the endlessly amusing antics of my extraordinarily eccentric classmates. I am realizing that I am going to have to put up with my ferret-professor for another 10 weeks after Christmas. Hmm. Oh well, at least I'll be used to her.
Then I got to putz in my room for awhile...filled out some paperwork for UW athlete training center treatment and stuff...and tried to read some Absalom Absalom! which is... impossible. Faulkner was a crack fiend, I assure you. I fell asleep after about 20 pages... almost. Only 380 left to go!
Crew was ok today... I worked really independently, which is ok when I'm focusing and trying to work really hard... but it was pretty miserable running back from the boathouse in the dark and the rain. Boo to that.
Peer Review Board training tonight was AWESOME. I was nervous going into it (not as nervous as Tuesday, but still nervous) because... these people still don't know each other that well, and I was worried that this session would be them staring at me blankly while I groped for intelligent things to say...and it totally wasn't. They interact so well together...almost too well--and they wouldn't shut up. They talked together, they talked to me, they had questions, and they had really good things to say. I am SO optimistic about the upcoming "season" if you will, because I seriously think this is really an outstanding group--no leadership BS here loaded with fake optimism and happy faces... I'm seriously convinced that these people are really going to be good at what they're going to be doing. I really liked getting together into smaller groups tonight (mostly because I had all my favorites to talk to) and talking on a more personal level. Really... I think it's going to be a good year.
I had to laugh earlier... before I went to training, I got a phone call. Problem: I don't know who it was.
-Hello?
----[guy's voice] is this Megan?
-Yeah, hey--what's up?
----Oh not much, what are you up to?
-just going to get in the shower--I've got a meeting at 6.
----Well, I was wondering what you're doing tomorrow.
-Class, and crew.. that's about it.
----Well we should get together when I get off work.
-Ok, give me a call.
----Ok, I'll talk to you then.
-CLICK-
Ummm!?!? I have it narrowed down to two people, and I think I know who it was, but I'm not quite sure! The phone # that showed up on my caller ID doesn't match either of their numbers, so come on--can you blame me? :(
I suppose the positive side of this is that I could be getting some ass from someone tomorrow, I just won't know who it is until he comes to pick me up ;) Yay!
Blech... 2k erg test tomorrow at crew. Oh well, get in there and pull it out, I guess. Goal now is 1:57 but that may change, depending on how I feel when I get there. Someone give me something to be pissed about so I can give the ergometer hell, plz.
Blech.. Latin test tomorrow, and I have vocab to work on :( Oh well, get in there and pull it out, I guess.
Hmm... Oh yeah--I was going to rant yesterday about the girls in the McMahon fitness center. I come in there dragging my ass after crew practice...sweaty and nasty, right? I walk in and see these little butterflies darting around the room in their little Abercrombie shorts and little graphic T's... and I want to kill them. All of them. They dance around from machine to machine, spending no more than five minutes on each one on the lowest level, talking the entire time.. and what? They're supposed to be working out? I don't think so! These people need to understand that to "work out" you need to sweat. You need to breathe through your mouth, thx. I realize that they're trying to work out so they don't get pegged with the frosh 15, but seriously--they're not doing themselves any good, because they're not burning off jack shit for calories, and they're not improving strength or flexibility either, because they're hardly even getting their muscles warm! Sheesh--and it's not like wearing A&F on the butt of their little shorts is going to do anything for them either--guys don't hang out in the McMahon fitness center.
Oh yeah--and if you don't know how to use the ergometer, DON'T USE IT. You'll hurt yourself, for chrissakes! (not to mention that I need to use it :P ) GRR!!
Ok, got some good Oakenfold on now, and I'm ready to attack that Latin.