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So...In another attempt to entertain the bloggers of the world with my profound literature and to entertain myself from undying boredom, I'm going to attempt to type some words down and pray to God they make sense and have some sort of meaning. Wish me luck...

Well, I'm literally exhausted right now. I could use a nap. That's what I get from staying up all night watching Game 4 of the World Series. Red Sox won. Yeah thats right...Screw you Yankees! If I was from Colorado, I'd be ashamed of myself because of the meer fact the Rockies got swept in a 4 game series. I'd run away into the figid Rocky Mountains and start a ninja baseball team, and maybe then we might not suck as bad. They got spanked. The following morning I woke up and felt quite cranky. You would too, if you woke up before Jesus did. As I'm moseying along in my morning routine, I get a text message telling me that there is a spanish club meeting, so all that does is cause me to hurry up even more to school only to find the meeting was moved to another day. Ah, how lovely? Those of precious moments of my life I wouldn't get back. School was just your average day. I had alot of substitutes today though. I realize now how sexist my 3rd block is. The room is literally divided into separate factions : boys on the left, girls on the right. It's kinda funny. Then afterschool, I went ran for cross country practice. 3 miles: no big deal...just kinda sore. I would have some clever joke to say about that but frankly, I see no humor in me gasping for air as I drag myself across the finishline.

And that leaves me here...
I'm done talking about myself and I'm going let my philosophy of writing words down and praying to God they make sense take effect.

Later.

Well...

Amen to That.

Everything is just piling up all on top of me. From the constant demands of cross country, band, academics, friends, family, and my new personal goal to out blog my english teacher, Ms. Mellon, it is just overwhelming. But for some reason, it seems like I'm drifting off into my own world to explore the inner workings of my character. "The world's a stage, and all its men are merely players," Shakepeare wrote. This is true. It just seems to me that I'm not the same person I used to be. I don't know if the world around me has changed or if it is I that has changed for the world. Everyone now just seems more cynical, but I still remain optismistic and hopeful. I just have way too much on my mind to put it into words. Hopefully I can straighten my problems out. But now I have to return to not doing my chemistry homework.

Laterz