It's really late now, and I have nothing else better to do than write more. So basically complain.
I need to run, or exercise or do something because right now I'm beginning to feel like a blob. I ran two miles during gym today and it was like my legs turned to jelly afterwards. I'm that out of shape. ugh. At this point i don't even care. If it's just kicking a soccer ball at Di Andre's head, or running after Adam so I can kick him in the shins after a nasty comment I'll take it. The funny thing is, I'm actually feeling stronger than I have in forever, because I do push-ups (or pathetic attempts at least) and sit ups and all that other junk, but there is no substitute to actually running. Where's tennis when you need it?
Right now I'm listening to Phantom of the Opera while playing gameboy, typing this, and watching T.V. There's multi-tasking for ya. Waaaaaay to many electronic devices playing at once. I need to sleep, which of course means I'll be up for at least another 60 min. Heaven forbid that I actually go to bed at a decent hour.
Nite nite
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WHAT THE HECK DO BAKED POTATOES HAVE TO DO WITH ANYTHING?
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