I just got home from the gym, I got in some hella cardio and then did some rockwall climbing with Drew.
It used to take me about 24 minutes to do 3 miles on an elliptical machine. That number has now been shaved to 19.5, which I think is cool. The fact that I can't run a mile in under 10 minutes is quite irrelevant.
So it's been a while since I've written. It's difficult to attribute a specific reason as to why I have not scribed words concerning my life in more than a week, though it's safe to assume it has something to do with my hopeless addiction to Lost. I'm currently on episode 20 of season 3.
Anyhoo, after a few blogless days Tristan decided to whine about it:
While I typically dislike positively reinforcing whining, I had to give in to that one. Also, I don't think that not giving in in this situation would really do anything to hamper Tristan's habit of whining.
Phi Hoang is a pretty cool guy.
My name is Sean, and I have hyperhydrosis.
HHHwat?
Hyperhidrosis- Hyperhidrosis is a medical condition in which a person sweats excessively and unpredictably. People with hyperhidrosis may sweat even when the temperature is cool or when they are at rest.
Basically, I run extremely warm 99% of the time, and as a result I usually appear as if I recently had been submerged in water.
Yea, I know, it's gross. But it's relevant to my story. Also, don't hate, it's annoying and embarrassing to the absolute extreme. I'm pretty it has something to do with my constantly red face.
Anyhoo, Sunday night, my house (according to our thermostat) is 80 degrees. Even with my window wide open, my room is absolutely boiling (according to me) and I can't stand it. Nowhere else in the house affords the luxury of coolness, so I pretty much said "Eff this, I'm sleeping outside."
So around 11pm, I retrieve a sleeping bag from a closet and travel upstairs to inform my mom of my plan. She didn't really try to talk me out of it, she simply called me dumb and told me not to get eaten by raccoons.
No seriously, we've had raccoon problems in the past. I think our grand total trapped throughout the years is like 7.
I plopped down in a sleeping bag in our side yard, and after about 20 minutes I was completely out, until about 4:30 when I was awakened by a motion light blaring into my eyes. I kinda have a spaz attack, attempt to stand up while still in the sleeping back, fall, spaz yet again, and look up to see the culprit of the light turning on.
Of course it's just a stupid cat. But for a few seconds I wholeheartedly believed I was going to be mauled by a gang of raccoons.
So at that point I'd had enough, and with my window open for the 5 hours I was outside, my room was cold enough to sleep in.
Monday passed relatively quickly, watching the Matrix in first hour and legitimately doing work in second. I actually possess a clue about what's going on in math, and yearbook and journalism passed quicker than usual.
After school I came home, watched an episode of lost, and then accidentally fell asleep for about 2 hours. I woke up, nommed dinner, went to PASME and took a math test (which i pwnd) and then went to the gym.
On my way home, I decided to stop at Albertsons.
PAUSE
About a month ago, I was given a sign saying "Yes I'll go to this dance with you" in a far more elaborate manner, and instruced to give it to mah buddy. After doing so, I asked what I should do with said sign, and she said that she didn't care and I could toss it.
I thought to myself that one day soon, this stupid thing would come in handy. So for the last month its been chillin in my trunk, taking of space and being crushed.
UNPAUSE
I enter the parking lot, see a familiar truck completely unattended, and something clicks that now is the time to get rid of that sign.
So I place it on Jared Broeske's windshield.
This morning in second hour I instruced Sean Kerr and Ben to congratulate Jared on being said Yes to.
He's still confused, and I'm still giggling.
Math managed to be rather entertaining. With about 10 minutes of class left, while taking notes, Mrs. Rader started zoning out, and when the class volume snapped her back, she made the sudden realization that she had cookies.
So she gave us the cookies. And thats what we did in math today.
Yearbook consisted of watching Forrest Gump: Yay. I had to contain my extreme excitement.
Lastly, I'm going to rant about yearbook t-shirts.
To the people whining about them non stop: Grow up, shut up, etc. It's a damn shirt, if you don't like it, don't buy one, and please don't complain about the design that the majority of people in the class (correction: the majority of people who stay in class longer than 1o minutes) decided upon.
KTHXBAI. Luvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvv you all
Except you, Lucas. You're in trouble.
OH WAIT I'M NOT DONE RANTING.
I've said it before, I'll say it again: STOP LIKING PAGES ON FACEBOOK THAT REQUIRE YOU TO "LIKE" THEM BEFORE YOU CAN VIEW THE CONTENT.
One of two things are likely to happen:
A. You will be required to fill out some BS survey that will likely require credit card numbers
or
B. You will be given a lame, watered down version of the original content.
For example:
This: http://www.facebook.com/pages/The-7-Most-Disastrous-Typos-Of-All-Time/117908881578586?v=app_4949752878
Versus this: http://www.cracked.com/article_18517_the-7-most-disastrous-typos-all-time.html
It's the same list, only without credit to the original website, and without all the funny.
So please, stop making yourself look like a tool.
KTHXBAi for real.
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ITS A RACCOON!! oh its chelsea
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