Thursday, June 15, 2006

have faith

Bball in the afternoon. Bball in the evening. Man, it feels good to be a gangsta. Now all I need to do if find my game. Then it'll all come together. Next time I won't forget my shoes. My feet deserve better.

I don't know what was up with the food selecion at Pippen today, but it's not sitting well with me right now. And it's been more than two hours. I should have known that orange chicken was suspect.

There were two bottle necks that I was lucky enough to get caught up in on the way home tonight. That made my usual 30 minute drive an hour and 15 minutes. Why the heck were there so many cars on the freeway at 11pm anyway? According to something I read, 1 in 12 drivers on the road after 10pm is driving under the influence. If there was a checkpoint, at least they'd be taking some whackos off the road.

It's hot. Why can't summer weather be more bearable? At least in the winter you can throw on a jacket or something. You can't only take off so many clothes.

I need to crash.

Wednesday, June 14, 2006

keep on

Pick your spots. Or else you end up doing too much and hurting because of it. That's why I feel so lazy. I thing part of the reason laziness feels so bad is that it makes motivation feel so good. On that positive/negative reinforcement vibe.

Hey, if the beat fits, march on. Eff that tambourine though. I don't need to be called out again. No apologies though. I should put in some work.

Stupid Miami Heat. Can't hate on Wade though. Effin Heat.

Tuesday, June 13, 2006

oriental kitchen/gina's pizza
pechanga
norms
the beach house
tennis
pippen
crescent bay
petsmart
in and out
2 hour nap at work

I'm exhausted.

Sunday, June 11, 2006

move

Finals week and all is quiet. It's good I got to experience finals week before the closure of everything that made finals week bearable.

Life is fragile.

I never thought being productive could make me feel so lazy. Plus, after a nearly two week layoff from the ARC, I got that lactic acid nausea that I hate. Man, I need to turn my days off into off days.

Graduation turns this small world into a big one again. Sort of like when radioactive matter reaches critical mass. Boom! Where'd everyone go?

keep walking.