Well, lately, I’ve been trying to get into shape for the cross country season. And trust me, eating supper less than 2 hours prior to running leaves one in a bit of abdominal pain. By a bit, I mean a lot. It’s rather like a small rodent (probably a mouse or a rat because I think that those ones right there eat meat) that I inadvertently swallowed while scarfing down my “pork and beans” (if you will) is gnawing at my stomach wall, attempting to escape. I’m sure that that would be quite a bit more painful, but as a growing lass, I feel the need to exaggerate nearly everything I say.

I’ve recently been attempting to teach myself hiragana and katakana. It has not worked out; however, this is mostly because the time where I finally remember to teach myself is around midnight (which is my normal bedtime, thank you very much). Unlike some of my dear friends (cough, miseryfortinseltown, cough), I really need to get at least a solid 6-7 hours of sleep, 9-12 over the summer. (Yes, folks, I am that lazy). I would really like to learn Japanese, partly because of my love of anime and manga and partly because of Japanese people. They are freaking amazing.

Speaking of east Asian languages, I tried to learn Chinese at a summer program. Ha. I basically failed at that. Chinese is difficult, even more so when one has to memorize 30 characters in a night. And by memorize, I mean know how to draw them. Yeah. Is that not absolutely fabulous? So I quit because I was getting all mopey and emo. Although, it was mildly amusing watching the graduate students and college students get drunk from my window. Spying is fun!

Ah, you know what else is fun? Video games. They are the joy of my life. I love video games. And the internet. That is fun too.

I haven’t updated in a really long time(aside from the little “omg! i exist! thats soooo 733t!”), and I figured that now was the chance! I’ve been wasting my life watching this:

So, yeah…. that’s a man….

Anyway, I just spent four hours of my life writing a contrived piece of junk for English. I lament the lack of quality in my writing. However, it rather pwns that of the proverbial “Average Joe,” so I won’t complain too much. Oh, and apparently the International Society of Poets wants me to join, based on this poem I wrote at two (ante meridian, folks) and decided to post on poetry dot com. They want me to send them money, more like it… Well, I’m definitely considering strongly as a college Washington University in St. Louis for the simple fact that they have a MEDIEVAL FIGHTING CLUB!!!!!! Or maybe Kent State…

Sign me up!

Anyway, I’ve started rowing in the crew boats. Quite fun, actually. It makes me feel special (not with an “sh”, mind you). I have open blisters on my hands and feet and newly formed callouses on my hands. Quite pleasant, especially when you are dealing with the hazards of everyday life i.e. salt, vinegar, wood, bending fingers, slap fights, etc. 

Ah yes. It’s Friday. That one day where one feels happy to be alive, before one realizes on Saturday that one has nothing to do on the weekend aside from writing and other work. It was actually quite a nice day. And I don’ t feel like writing anymore. So there. Eat that. Vote socialist.