Mondays...

I am at a complete loss as what to think about my Monday. On the less happy and more depressed side of my brain, I'm unreasonably tired from long day followed by a hard cross country practice. But the other side of my brain looks at today as a series of fun adventures with a little adversity. I'm leaning towards the happy go lucky side of me that still thinks that scooby doo is one cool dogg. So what if we had to run two miles up the side of a mountain? Does it matter if I have as much homework as the mountain I just raced up? I guess not... Writing all this down has really helped the flower picking side of heart. Just kidding, I only pick flowers to burn them while I roast meat and do manly things.

On a semi-related note, the boys cross country team is going to kick some serious @$$ this year. Our top seven will be much stronger than last year's, and I'm just going to throw it out there, if we don't win Districts I will eat my own shoes. I feel fairly confident in our chances, because Spotswood is pretty wack now that they split and lost all their good runners (except Carlos, Keith will have to manhandle him). T.A. consists of The Denlinger brothers and Alan Moore, and Broadway has that one fast sophomore, and his accomplice Satan child. Meanwhile, the good guys have the returning District Champ (Keith), Jonas, William, Erik, Jordan, Gabe, possibly Amin, me, and a host of other talented runners (that didn't quit) who could be great if they trained over the summer and stopped going to Hawaii to eat roast pig (Marshall). Without a doubt our top 15 would destroy everyone in the District in any kind of race, game, or death match. I'm going into this season with high hopes, and as long a injures don't plague our team, it's going to be hard not to win.

(All statements in the previous paragraph definitely represent the writers opinion. Aplogies to anyone who thinks they could end up in the top seven- Lucas, Ish, Conner, Zack, and others.)

The Weekend

I just finished reading the Ecological Indian for AP US, and it might have been the most boring thing I've done this weekend. So I guess that's not to bad, except that the highlight of the reading was when my cat hit me in the face... I think the reading was made boring by the authors. Whose main goal, it seemed, was to impart the knowledge that they really had no idea about what they were talking about. Sure, they had a few solid facts, but the rest of what they did was pure speculation. This was the reason I almost cut my wrists to end the monotony. Every time they seemed ready to proclaim something as a fact they would renege, and end up discrediting themselves. After five pages of indecisiveness on the authors part, I had to resist the urge to throw my papers down and dismantle my room.

What I've learned from this is to never become a full time Native American historian. I would end up murdering my colleagues in a fit of rage over their inability to come up with a satisfactory response for anything.

Aside from murderous thoughts it been a pretty good weekend. I manage get taunted by Joanna, pole dance, and almost throw up after an epic bout on some spinning contraption. I claim success once again.

I should be doing homework

I think the title says it all... I need to get started on some AP US, but instead I'm just going to waste my time putting my ideas into words. For example I really want a smoothie. I also think that if anyone reads this they are most likely wasting their time, because I refuse to say anything deep or intelligent. Though I could rattle off about 54 previously unknown facts that would destroy science as we know it. But I need to take Chemistry and Physics, so I guess I'll wait until I graduate before I divulge my exorbitant amount of knowledge on the world.

Just kidding, I'm not that smart. I haven't courageously fought off any dragons today or saved entire villages from watching movies with poor acting. Today all I've done is read the 7th Harry Potter and wrote this pointless blog. All I can say is... Day well spent! A victory Gatorade seems to be in order.

The Truth

Here is the whole truth of my life. I am really a hippo. This may come as a shock to those of you who know me personally,  but there is nothing more truthful than the statement above. The fact that I weigh a ton and enjoy loughing in rivers has really hindered my life so far. Many unforseen things have happened that I'm sure no one would have been able to guess in the past. For example, I tried to be a trucker at a tender age of 16, but Wal-Mart ended up firing me because the scales always said I had 1,500 pounds more that I was supposed to have. This made it nearly immposible to cross any small bridges and took my worth down quite substantially. The fact that I'm a hippo also affets my regular day to day life in many negative ways. The rasicm I have to endure for having gray and tough skin is alarming. One would think that eveyone but those pompous anglicans would understand and commiserate, but nooo. I recieve some of the most ugly taunting from Asains. I think they believe I'm dumb because I don't have opposable thumbs, but I've shown them! Even though it have taken me 4 hours I've managed to type a blog using only the tip of my tail, which is consequentally considerably raw due to overuse.

Tootles forever, as I've run out of interesting thoughts that deal with hippos in the real world

What on earth am I doing?

I suppose I'm supposed to be entering a blog, and I guess this is it. If you can't tell I'm feeling pretty indecisive about what to do...