Subject: I'm so freakin pissed...
...because I have to GIVE UP my Brian Regan tickets (the show I have been looking forward to for over a month now) on Saturday to go to a stupid football game that a)we are going to lose and b)we are going to freeze at. Unfortunately, it is also my last game with the UCMB... otherwise you'd better believe I would be in Boston with my old friends watching the most hilarious comedian EVER. And I think this will be the first time I've ever said this word on my blog, but FUCK!
I just got off the phone with Tony and here's what he said about it: "I'm sure he won't even be that funny anyway." YOU HAVE NO IDEA! Tony, Tim, & Matt: Enjoy that show for me, PLEASE!!! I am so jealous! :(
As far as GOOD news goes, I DID run well in the Manchester Road Race on Thanksgiving morning. I ran a gun time of 47:38, net time of 44:28. It's a 9:40 mile when you do the math, which is about a minute and 10 seconds faster than what I usually run. I definitely felt it that whole day... I was busting my ass and felt like I was sprinting the final 3 miles... and in a 4.7 mile race, that's a lot of sprinting. But the race was awesome. I had fun, and I was in good company with part of the old crew: Tony and Kristen. It was fun. Just like old times... I loved it :)
I managed to miss my Thanksgiving meal with my family... I got there about an hour and a half late because of freakin traffic. Luckily I made it to Munchie's Thanksgiving dinner and I got to feed her baby cousin (whose name I can not spell but it sounds like this: K-eye-noah) which was awesome. He was so sweet, and his big brother Keoni is also so freakin cute. Then we went out riding around with Joe Losavio, which was so much fun because we haven't done that since high school... and Munch has a brand new 2006 Toyota Solara, which was awesome. We talked a lot and laughed a lot... and Munchie and I learned new slang (because Joe is ghetto)... things like "wylin" and "blazin" and "straight" ("Okay I don't know what that means, but awesome") It was fun... we used to ride around almost every night in high school... so it was good to do that again. And with Munchie and Joe... it was just fun.
So now I am faced with the reality of my decisions... Decided not to do anything over break (well... was too bust to do a lot over break) and now I have to finish writing a paper, do an entire felt set (kill me... kill me) and interpret all of my observations and write a really long paper for my final project. That is the most important of the three because it determines my grade in fieldwork, which is essentially the most important "class" I am taking this semester. Next semester is student teaching, and that is sort of based off of fieldwork.
On that note... I'd better start getting shit done, huh?
One last thing... if you are at all motivated by Lance Armstrong, or just really incredible life stories, I highly suggest reading "It's Not About the Bike... My Journey Back to Life" by Lance himself. IT IS AMAZING. By far the best-written autobiography I've ever read, and it's so moving and detailed that you will never look at him the same again. It's incredible... I can't even explain how much this book affected me. It talks about every aspect of his battle with testicular cancer and every minute of the Tour de France. It's really heartbreaking at some points, but it is so motivating. Check it out.
Speaking of amazing, here is an amazing song. It actually makes me think of Tricia, but the lyrics are so awesome, and it's just great.
I am unwritten, can't read my mind, I'm undefined
I'm just beginning, the pen's in my hand, ending unplanned
Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find
Reaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
Release your inhibitions
Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten
I break tradition, sometimes my tries, are outside the lines
We've been conditioned to not make mistakes, but I can't live that way
P.S. This is a marathon of a post... wow. And I realize I left the same song twice in my blog... oops.
...because I have to GIVE UP my Brian Regan tickets (the show I have been looking forward to for over a month now) on Saturday to go to a stupid football game that a)we are going to lose and b)we are going to freeze at. Unfortunately, it is also my last game with the UCMB... otherwise you'd better believe I would be in Boston with my old friends watching the most hilarious comedian EVER. And I think this will be the first time I've ever said this word on my blog, but FUCK!
I just got off the phone with Tony and here's what he said about it: "I'm sure he won't even be that funny anyway." YOU HAVE NO IDEA! Tony, Tim, & Matt: Enjoy that show for me, PLEASE!!! I am so jealous! :(
As far as GOOD news goes, I DID run well in the Manchester Road Race on Thanksgiving morning. I ran a gun time of 47:38, net time of 44:28. It's a 9:40 mile when you do the math, which is about a minute and 10 seconds faster than what I usually run. I definitely felt it that whole day... I was busting my ass and felt like I was sprinting the final 3 miles... and in a 4.7 mile race, that's a lot of sprinting. But the race was awesome. I had fun, and I was in good company with part of the old crew: Tony and Kristen. It was fun. Just like old times... I loved it :)
I managed to miss my Thanksgiving meal with my family... I got there about an hour and a half late because of freakin traffic. Luckily I made it to Munchie's Thanksgiving dinner and I got to feed her baby cousin (whose name I can not spell but it sounds like this: K-eye-noah) which was awesome. He was so sweet, and his big brother Keoni is also so freakin cute. Then we went out riding around with Joe Losavio, which was so much fun because we haven't done that since high school... and Munch has a brand new 2006 Toyota Solara, which was awesome. We talked a lot and laughed a lot... and Munchie and I learned new slang (because Joe is ghetto)... things like "wylin" and "blazin" and "straight" ("Okay I don't know what that means, but awesome") It was fun... we used to ride around almost every night in high school... so it was good to do that again. And with Munchie and Joe... it was just fun.
So now I am faced with the reality of my decisions... Decided not to do anything over break (well... was too bust to do a lot over break) and now I have to finish writing a paper, do an entire felt set (kill me... kill me) and interpret all of my observations and write a really long paper for my final project. That is the most important of the three because it determines my grade in fieldwork, which is essentially the most important "class" I am taking this semester. Next semester is student teaching, and that is sort of based off of fieldwork.
On that note... I'd better start getting shit done, huh?
One last thing... if you are at all motivated by Lance Armstrong, or just really incredible life stories, I highly suggest reading "It's Not About the Bike... My Journey Back to Life" by Lance himself. IT IS AMAZING. By far the best-written autobiography I've ever read, and it's so moving and detailed that you will never look at him the same again. It's incredible... I can't even explain how much this book affected me. It talks about every aspect of his battle with testicular cancer and every minute of the Tour de France. It's really heartbreaking at some points, but it is so motivating. Check it out.
Speaking of amazing, here is an amazing song. It actually makes me think of Tricia, but the lyrics are so awesome, and it's just great.
I am unwritten, can't read my mind, I'm undefined
I'm just beginning, the pen's in my hand, ending unplanned
Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find
Reaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
Release your inhibitions
Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten
I break tradition, sometimes my tries, are outside the lines
We've been conditioned to not make mistakes, but I can't live that way
P.S. This is a marathon of a post... wow. And I realize I left the same song twice in my blog... oops.
