Tim doesn't swim, at least not laps and or distances or for lengths of time. But when he comes home, he says he wants to run with me, I told him he could run and bike and be a biathlete, but I'm not sure if I'm okay with him being part gay. Oh, I'm so clever. At least he thought it was cute enough to play along haha
I dropped my summer school class after being in it for an hour. All the kids were fresh out of the previous class or retaking it so they knew what was going on. I, on the other hand, was like... wait, what's a preterit verb in English? And besides, I was reminded that I have 2 years left, I don't want to get too burned out after lagging last Spring and just finishing up 2 summer classes. So I dropped. Geh. I probably just should have found a project or a fun internship I could have counted for my capstone class. Bummer.
I'm excited to paint my 3 cheap canvases from Goodwill, but first I'm going to get my butt out of here (after my FOUR hour morning nap) and go workout so I can continue in my goals of triathloning.
Monday, July 7, 2008
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dropping a class is one of the most satasfing feeling ever...
You should show me some of your paintings sometime!
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