It's a saturday night...
To the world,
It's a saturday night and I'm sitting at my computer not doing anything. Actually it's not just any saturday night, it's TOGA night. Yes Toga. The infamous Toga. Beside the fact that I was babysitting until about 10 minutes ago, I just didn't really feel the need to get sloshed and spend a half hour trying to get the damn Toga straight. Not to mention the fact that I didn't want to deal with the nakedness of everyone else--> FLASHBACK: Caitlin's boob, naked jock-strap guy, mattress guy? Didn't feel like it.
Last night was Tri-Delta formal, and it would have been fun if a) I had a real date (as much as I love Laura) and b) Casey hadn't chosen such a horrible location for the dance... it was a nice restaurant, but you can't have a dance in a bar of a restaurant, nope, not a good idea.
Enough bitterness....
So I'm supposed to start making goals for myself. Not like "when I graduate from college" type goals, but "I want to complete a mini-triathalon" or "I want to run a 5k race" in order to reach the ultimate goal I have for myself, OPERATION HOT BOD. Ha ha only kidding, it's actually OPERATION GET HEALTHY. I just want to get healthier, I'm sick of being sick of myself. And the way to do this (as Bobbi, my councelor has "discovered") is through passion. Since I've always seemed to give my all to things I'm passionate about that ultimately leading to a bigger goal, I need to become passionate about 5 k's. That's what I've decided. And I'm supposed to sign up for one and get myself ready to run one. We'll see how that works out!!
It's a saturday night and I'm sitting at my computer not doing anything. Actually it's not just any saturday night, it's TOGA night. Yes Toga. The infamous Toga. Beside the fact that I was babysitting until about 10 minutes ago, I just didn't really feel the need to get sloshed and spend a half hour trying to get the damn Toga straight. Not to mention the fact that I didn't want to deal with the nakedness of everyone else--> FLASHBACK: Caitlin's boob, naked jock-strap guy, mattress guy? Didn't feel like it.
Last night was Tri-Delta formal, and it would have been fun if a) I had a real date (as much as I love Laura) and b) Casey hadn't chosen such a horrible location for the dance... it was a nice restaurant, but you can't have a dance in a bar of a restaurant, nope, not a good idea.
Enough bitterness....
So I'm supposed to start making goals for myself. Not like "when I graduate from college" type goals, but "I want to complete a mini-triathalon" or "I want to run a 5k race" in order to reach the ultimate goal I have for myself, OPERATION HOT BOD. Ha ha only kidding, it's actually OPERATION GET HEALTHY. I just want to get healthier, I'm sick of being sick of myself. And the way to do this (as Bobbi, my councelor has "discovered") is through passion. Since I've always seemed to give my all to things I'm passionate about that ultimately leading to a bigger goal, I need to become passionate about 5 k's. That's what I've decided. And I'm supposed to sign up for one and get myself ready to run one. We'll see how that works out!!