Hahaha it's been a while since I've posted. Anyway, lots of stuff since then. I'm going to stanford next year, which is awesome. I visited during Admit Weekend, and had the time of my life. Good stuff. Track ended a couple of weeks ago. I ran a 2:04 at Sectionals in the 4x8, which was okay for me considering how slowly I've been running the whole season. School's also over, and graduation was the day before yesterday. I got to make a speech, which was cool, but unfortunately noone outside of the actual crowd of students could really hear anything. Not like it even matters, noone bothered listening anyway, and honestly, it's probably better that way--the speech was garbage. Anyway, not much else to say. I'm pretty happy that i finally have no more high school related obligations. Really happy. Now it's time to figure out what to do this summer.

In a little over a week, I'll find out what schools I'm accepted and rejected from. Wow. Hard to believe the big day's almost here.

I wish I had the ability to write poetry on a regular basis. It's just so hard to do. I envy all those poets who can just bust out and write whenever they feel like it. The only thing I can do on the spot like that is take a piss.

Last weekend I called laur up even though we barely even talk. It was awkward as hell. The worst part is is that I'm pretty sure I don't even like her, and she definitely thinks I'm obsessed or some shit. hahaha good stuff. The funniest thing is that she still uses me for outlines and music and homework help. Every conversation she nonchalantly starts with me inevitably ends up with some kind of request for help. I hinted at it earlier and she got soo defensive about it.. hilarious

anyway, I don't even know why i write on this thing. I am tired

I'm tired. So much to do. The work just never ends. And, on some level, it's my fault. If I hadn't spaced out all day I wouldn't be in this situation. But, I've been doing this for years, and nothing too bad has ever happened.

This is convenient. For whatever reason, I never feel compelled to tell other people how I'm feeling, or what my opinion is, or whatever. I can just write it down if I choose to. But that's only if I choose to. I just like the power to do be able to do it.

Anyway, meet tomorrow. 1000, 600, 4x4. Not looking forward to it. Haven't run much the past week. Been slacking off a little. At the same time, don't care. Enough said.

My supply of Berry Berry Kix is dwindling. I just constantly eat it whenever I'm at home. Which probably isn't such a great idea, but I just can't help myself.

I'm tired as hell. What am I doing typing here.

It's been a while

The last post I wrote on this thing was in 2004. Noone goes on here anymore, and that comforts me. I can write on here without anyone seeing. I don't know why I decided to resuscitate this blog. Maybe it's so I can write whatever I want. Maybe it's because I'm bored. Maybe I'll decide to stop this, or at least start a new one. In any case, it's been a long time. I don't even know what to write.

It's Valentine's Day. The day when we all are all reminded of whether or not we have a girlfriend. I'm not upset. I've moved on, but sometimes I wonder whether or not I want to get back with laur. And then I remember why I can't. Jeeeez. And that might be the only thing stopping me from trying to start something with her again.

Enough emotional shit. Test on The Brothers Karamazov tomorrow. And yet, I don't care. I just care so much less about school now. I'll skim through a few chapters probably.

Writing like this is sort of therapeutic. This is nice.