Right now, I feel like some wounded war veteran with the way I'm limping after the unforgiving gym classes I've forced myself to endure the last couple of days.
I should tell you, my forte lies in sports that need strength, not speed. Running isn't my thing. I loathe it utterly.
Which is of course is why that's all my gym teacher had us do.
Four minutes sprinting around the gym followed by an hour worth of soccer. Meheheheheheh. I hate soccer as it is. Entirely boring. And for some strange reason, my goalkeeping ablilties seem to have left me just for this one horrific occassion.
Ah well.
I'm exhausted, to say the least, but nothing can deter me from blogging. Heh. You know, being obbessed and all that.
Had a rather humorous time in English these few days as well. Me and one other person of a somewhat dark nature have been having these rather morbid discussions with the intent on making the girl behind us hurl. We nearly succeeded.
I suppose the term "Saved by the Bell" just came blasting back from it's cancelled past.
I've come to wonder about the ever growing insanity of the school administration. In switching to a new schedule for the semester, I have a new lunch. Odd things take place there. Half the tables are empty during the hour (it's probably the smallest hour) and I sat down at one of them. One of the supervisors later came over and lectured me on how I couldn't sit there because the tables were "closed". Closed?
It's a goddamned lunch hour.
So basically they are telling me to cram myself into the other tables that are positively jam packed with slobby, obnoxious teenagers I'm sad to call my peers. Heh.
Fuck you.
Instead I've decided to see if I can't opt for a study hall instead. You can at least get a little peace and solitude there. I'll just eat the Glorious Greasy Cookie that I'm so fond of before school.
But no one really wants to read about my troubles at lunch do you? I know I don't.
Last night I thought I had accidently deleted my favorites list....it all it's 700+ glory. What did I do you probably aren't asking? Used some spyware removal programs and accidently deleted the cookie. Whoops. Luckily for me, it somehow restored itself (or I unkowningly did) today. All is nearly normal in my dark little world.
That said, exhaustion beckons me to collapse in front of the keyboard, and sleep while listening to my Internet Radio (launchcast rocks by the way). So I shall. Perhaps I'll muster up that ever elusive ambition to type up the actually intelligent blog post that I have in my head.
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