I'm a gym rat

I feel great. I know I sound like a former Boy Scout when I say this, but I really value physical strength; I think it plays a role, symbolically as well as literally, in strengthening you mentally. Being able to push yourself physically every day, to focus on your goals instead of the number of pounds you're pushing away from yourself, can influence your power of will. First, mind over matter, and then mind over life. If you feel strong in muscle and mind, it's like nothing can stand in your way, and no setback can knock you off your feet.

oh emm gee kids, prom is saturday

Recent accomplishments:

I made a blackberry cheesecake yesterday that's like sex on wheels with blackberry sauce.
Finally finished the Goddamn FAFSA, stupid taxes and laziness.
Went to a synagogue.
Leg-pressed 700 pounds tonight.
Saw Sin City. V. good.
Stealthily ate sandwich during pop show rehearsal.
Paid for another month at the gym.
Complimented on saying "this is for all the ladies" Barry White style in front of massive portion of student body.

That was the best damn piece of pie I've ever eaten. The only thing I need to work on isn't the pie's flavor, but it's consistency. I'll use more flour or something.

But seriously, if Christ the Saviour got lost on the way down and accidentally condescended into my convection oven, I am convinced my pie would taste better.

Tonight I have conquered an ancient demon. No longer are my pies ecstatically delicious ugly wrecks. I have made an accomplishment tonight which I believe to be one of the fundamental crossovers from industrial and repetitive labor to art. My pie crust is perfection. It was not, this evening, the crumbly bastard child of flour and Crisco--it was the heir to a throne, a creation so masterfully shaped by my imagination that it wanted to bend to my will, stretching (not tearing apart and blending hopelessly with tears and sweat) across my pie dish like some kind of greasy blanket of joy.

it's tea time again, folks

Tonight I made a really nice roasted cauliflower dish with paprika and tarragon.

Tomorrow's the blood drive. There are few things I would not do to get out of class, and letting people take my red blood cells and then shoot plasma back into my veins is not one of them. I'll be prepared this time with very warm clothing, too--having less blood makes you really, really freakin cold, and KHS is run by arctic snow rangers as it is. I had to sit in the sun and thaw out today after the senior meeting.

~shawn has a scary cat
he is made of knives
it's kind of fat
it doesn't smell like chives

are you a poetic? no. I am suddenly retarded and cannot help you do your English homework.

Oh my god, green tea tastes really good. Tea time is around 10:30 for me most nights. I get home from work or the gym, take a really refreshing shower, and sit down with really, really hot tea to listen to music and maybe talk to people. It is the most gratifying part of the day because I know that once I finish the tea, I will rest, and that will feel good. There is no need to worry about the next day or the next ten years, or to even think about the shit that happened in the hours prior to my tea.

I'm working a lot, makin the bucks. I am fairly certain that if you shot the bottoms of my feet with a high-powered handgun, red-hot lead capsules would simply stick for a second and drop to the ground harmlessly, as if making contact with some kind of rubber armor plating.

I really cannot believe it's almost here. A tangible end to such an utter waste of my time. I'm finding excuse after excuse to get out of the flourescent stagnicity of class. There's a senior meeting tomorrow. I'm giving blood Wednesday. I'm not sure what time it is exactly, but chamber choir is singing Friday. I'm late to all my classes. Come to think of it, there are at least three classes that I have not been on time to the entire fucking year. If teachers really counted tardies I would have more of them than... tardy Jesus.

~we've got a war to fight

GANBATTE~~~

I worked from noon to eight yesterday and today in choir we started learning choreography for our dumb pop music. Luckily, the motions this year seem like something our director's wife thought up on the way to the school; we do maybe three different things during a three-minute song. I think I can deal with that.

I have to go finish working in Spring Creek Oaks. I've got a few streets left. Then tomorrow I can start on my neighborhood, and once that's done I can do Oakwood Glen. It's going to be hard, but I'll do my best and never give up!

Sorry, I just watched the Naruto movie.