Oh man... I was jsut writing an email to Matt, and was explaining about track Practice... I really don't think anyone realizes jsut how proud of myself, I am. Does anyone know jsut how truly horrible I am at running? Or, how much I absolutely hate it because I'm so crappy at it? The fact that I can do 3/4 of a mile straight off without falling voer dead afterward, then go one and run SOME MORE.... Really. Like, if I wasn't so exhausted and trualy took the time out to think about how much of an accomplishment that is for me, I'd prolly cry for joy. Like, really. I don't even know how to explain it. I jsut think about it and swell to the size of a contented robin, or soemthing. Anyway. Yeah. I can't explain it to the depth of my emotions, but... I'm proud of myself.

I feel as if I'm one of those three-armed paper hangers. There's jsut not enough hours in the day for all the things I'd like to get done... What with track practice, work and school, I have no time for frineds, family, or anyone else! Where did all my free hours go? I can't wait till summer when 7 hours of my day are not taken up by school. It's gonna be kick-ass. Anyway... I'm gonna try to get together with each section of pals by this weekend. Joe tomorrow and Friday. Carly/Missa/Aims/Kerri on Saturday... Matt/Brad/Dave/etc possibly saturday afternoon, or whenever I get time to fly by each of their houses. *rolls eyes, groan* I'm soo tired. Even the thought of all this kills me. Night night!