no one suspects the butterfly...

In retelling my journeys, as in making them, I do not know how to stop -- Rousseau

9.16.2002

I am still cross-eyed. I have class in a few min and then back to study. Actually, I have forty min that I don't know what to do with. I can't study b/c there is a class in the lab right now and I am too lazy to walk back to my flat. I tried to go bug my TAs but one was sleeping anfd the other was actually working so I felt bad. I am teaching them general strength stuff and making them start to run. I am trying to get back into shape to but it is hard b/c I can't cross train. I am up to 15 min running. I may try 17 tomorrow. Quite the long run. My goal is 5 miles five times a week by January but at this rate it won't happen. I want to run here though b/c it is so pretty and there is soft dirt and grass. I am coming doewn off of my caffine and am quite sleepy. I guess that I could sleep in class. But I have a paper due in it next week and i need to learn how New Zealands Parliament works. It is complicated. This is a boring blog I am sorry to everyone who has read this far. Nothing is interesting at the moment. I did go to see y tu mama tambien last night instead of studying. It was good but quite racy. It makes me want to go back to Mexico though. The filmmakers did a good job of capturing what Mexico is like. The friend that I went with had see it before and I think wanted to see if I would walk out in the first ten min. I am not that easily offended. Well, not much else to say at this end.

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