and how we fell apart, how this fell apart

Update 11:50 p.m.: I officially cannot move. Stairs are a bitch.


i'm still annoyed. actually, make that royally pissed off.

let's just say i cannot wait to pound some serves across the net in tennis today. that sounds so lame, but it's true. and after everything i have to do today and roomie dinner, i'll probably run the seven-mile loop to blow off lots of steam. it's a route i try to only do when absolutely necessary, because it kicks your ass big time. my normal three- and four-mile runs are pretty much on flat ground with the occasional slope. this, however, involves a steep straight uphill climb that is done three times and part of a trail with obstacles to hop over. i discovered this loop on a walk with my roommate of the time, and we decided it was a good venting route. yeah, it's time. like i said, lots of steam.

when that's over and i can hardly move, i'll move on to packing. i've got to start getting my shit together before next week... mom and brother and the g-parents are bringing the ski team trailer down. that thing is huge. it holds two couches and a big grill, plus all the skis for the 30-member alpine team. when i was home on sunday, the bro and i went and got two 45-gallon rubbermaid tubs at target. i told him that i was going to fill them with clothes, and he would have to lug them into the trailer. he was not excited, to say the least. they have wheels, so at least we can roll them out to the driveway.

oohhhh man. i am just itching to get out there. why, oh why did i keep previous and take on new commitments during my senior spring semester? i don't even have time to be mad, but i am. gaahhhh..


This post's title taken from: Good Charlotte