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I knew that doing this would force me to either come up with witty commentary on life, or do something other than stare blankly into the surrounding masses. Alas, the wittiness has dissipated and all that is left is non-sensical ramblings of late. The other night I was watching the men's figure skating short program. Though I am not racist or biased towards any gender in the least, I could not help but find myself laughing at the flamboyancy of some of the skaters. Is it because we view our lives in certain ways and when someone comes out of that box that humans have tried to keep shut on 'normalcy' we find it humerous or even insulting? I find it insulting to my own genious(or lack there of) that I actually laughed so hard I know tears were plucking at my eyes. Maybe it's because there is so much in life that you take for granted that the things that you know you should not ridicule become easier to make fun of flippantly rather than taking hold of what is really going on in your own life.
Probably not, I'm just an ass. "I'm Swedish! Look at my flag! Hi guys! Look at my flag!"

I came up with a new running plan until March (I know, not that long from now). Run 3 miles at my fastest, break for 5 minutes, then finish up my 5 mile run as fast as I can go. I tried it for the first time last night and it was awesome (5 miles at 50 minutes with a break between mile 3 and 4). I think I broke off for more than 5 minutes though as I was talking to a friend at the gym. As always, the first 2 miles were good flowing, once I hit about 2.25 in, it became burdensome. The sweat was poring down my face, dripping into my eyes, around my nose and onto my lips. I wasn't huffing and puffing, though-that was a good sign. It was still my legs that were burning-just keep running! I sometimes feel defeated as I was able to run a good 5 miles just a mere two weeks ago. But I picked the pace way up, and it has made the mileage a little harder to reach. Breaking into two sets seems to be working, though, unfortunately it drained my body and I was in bed by 9:30. The power went out at 10:30-how did I know considering I was dead to the world? Interesting, really. The tiny electic currents that are constantly around you as you work, sleep, exercise, every thing you do (unless you are Amish) actually do make a difference. Once all those currents drop away, your body actually notices (maybe not so much your mind) but your body reacts in such a way that it awakens your mind and you are left with the weird sensation-did I wake up because the power went out, or did I wake up because some unheard noise happened to jolt me from my sleep at the exact same time? I think it was the loss of the electric currents pulsing through your body. And they wonder why so many people are diagnosed with some sort of cancer.

It would seem that lunch is now over...back to the grind of...doing absolutely nothing I suppose. *sigh* such is life. At least I take home a pay check (though I shouldn't say that too loudly for fear that a job hunt might be in my future).

Ciao!