I really didn't care much for track practice today... It was a stupidity-filled, boring, and annoying-as-hell day. We got there at ten, ran our warmup and two laps of excels, then the highjumpers (i.e. Craig and I) went to get the pits and proceeded to do nothing until eleven thirty. We figured we could just go home when we were done, but Wheeler decided we should run paced 400's. It was sort of annoying in that I actually had to run at a pace I normally wouldn't, but by no means hard. I found it to be a wasted day, so I went to the weight room to stretch out a bit.

What else did I do? I took some quizzes, ate, found a couple of my jazz CDs, watched a little Ys, and even thought about writing a poem, but then thought better if it. Maybe I should go write one and think better of thinking I thought it better that I didn't.

I think I'm going to actually make myself a layout... this look is kind of dull, wouldn't you say? Of course, I'd seriously doubt my actually coming up with anything I could deem worthy to decorate any sort of site with, so you'll be waiting awhile if you care to wait. Did that even make sense?

Later, DS
~ Desert Snowstorm: It's not really a paradox, it just sounds dumb.

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