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i can't think of too many good reasons to be up and out at 7:30am. however, this morning would have been a good time to be out people watching. after a mass confusion i found myself standing outside the natural sciences building with 9 minutes until my band class started. NS is about a 15 minute walk...9minutes till the downbeat, 15 minutes worth of ground to travel...oh my...so, i start speed walking. nice. after a while the muscles in my legs began to burn and it felt like i was trying to drive faster than you're supposed to in a low gear. i think i have to run, i thought. so, i did. but it wasn't graceful, athletic, steve prefontaine running, oh no, it was awkward, clunky, i was wearing a backpack and i'm tragically out of shape running. my right arm was pumping like it normally would while running but i realized that my left arm was holding firm to my side to keep my backpack from bouncing all over the place. i looked like a SCHMOE. to top it all off, i suck and i could only run in spurts, so i'd run - walk - run - walk...*sigh* AND I WAS STILL FUCKING LATE. whatev.
anyway, went to beaner's to salvage my sanity and marlon said to me, "have the best day ever." you know what, mar? i think i will, damnit. so, here's to the best day ever!!
p.s.
HAPPY 19th BIRTHDAY, LITTLE BROTHER! :D
anyway, went to beaner's to salvage my sanity and marlon said to me, "have the best day ever." you know what, mar? i think i will, damnit. so, here's to the best day ever!!
p.s.
HAPPY 19th BIRTHDAY, LITTLE BROTHER! :D