Daily Update

Not to sound like a broken record, but guess what... my car is still broke. They still don't know what to do with it. Its just a little frustrating sometimes. Although now I have the 'oppertunity' to ride my bike to work. It reminds me of the good ol' days on Campus at school, wizzing through crowds of people, using the front tire as a bumper and as a weapon,Showing off to all the pedestrians how cool one can be on such a ride. "thats right babe, there's room on my handlebars" is what the chicks would hear on occasion as I'd roll by. My bike is the cadallac of bikes. Don't mind the visible security systems of three seperate U-locks and steel cables.

Last night I went running. I didn't have great expectations this time, due to illness. But I was still good. No, I take that back, I was amazing! Even with starting out in pain. I was like the great Safari Lion. Both smaller and larger animals would be afraid of me. I was the type of lion that would even attack a tourist jeep who stayed to long in one place. The same type of lion who can, but chooses not to, leap over tall trees in a single bound. I was a little bit slower at each checkpoint, but I was in fact able to keep up with the Lead-Gazelle for two and a half sides. Then like usual, she got sick of me and then just took off like a gazelle out of hell. I think she was taunting me. By the end of lap one I was more than a minute behind schedule (18:34), but I hit a moment of insiration. I saw The Lead-Gazelle at the watering hole. I forgot about my fatigue, and sprinted for the finishline. After watering myeslf for mere seconds, I continued to chase her. (I know kind of pervie, but she knows me, right) I think one of the only reasons I caught up to her was cause there was another retard running zig-zag patterns in front of me, and I was trying to trip him and then shove him into the thorny bushes 'accedentally'. But as my last little bit of energy was being burned, I sped up just enough to catch up with her for a split second. At that point it was like time stopped. I even heard angelic chiors singing. I had won! I didn't beat her, I had simply caught up with her on the second lap. For me that was pretty significant, I
think. She noticed me, laughed, said hi, then sped off again with great speed. Later she said she was slower today because she hurt her shoulder while punching a bunch of hippies in the face repedly. So I guess for that reason she's not to blame. I'll still be able to bask in my glory until next thrusday though. I didn't see any of my usual enemies today. It was a nice change. I think I scared them all away. Throughout the race I noticed a significant number of people who were trying to share the track with us. Today I passed 33 girls and 13 guys. Two of which were old and 18 were walking and two standing still. Half of them were going straight to a fashion show right after they were done there. I even think I saw Miss. Brentwood agin. Kristen saw her too; She was also impressed. What a dreamboat. Its so hard to tell when they(girls) change outfits. I can only hope that next time she comes running that she comes directly from the Evening wear, or swimsuit competition. My overall time was 41:22, (+1:18).

So, its good to have a missionary in the family. On Tuesday Joe was accepted to the MBA program at the school up there. And on Thursday Tiffany got a job that she had been crossing her fingers for. She's an art teacher thats been looking for just the right job, teaching art. There wern't to many schools that she would interview at because she dosent' tollerate certain behaviors, even from administrators. And she's very particular. She had been working in a law office to pass the time untill now. Lawyers don't like creativity, so she had to let them go. The way I understand the situation, she is like a Creative-Bull at a rodeo. The bull has been
locked up in storage and transported for so long, and when handled by the rodeo people, they use cattle prods, and 'animal-angering' devices. (Any animal would become angry at that.) So when the gate is swung open at show time, the Bull goes Buck Wild. The good part of this rodeo is that the bull throws off the burdensome 'cowboy' and then stomps on him and then goes after the clowns, who are annoying, and then 'horns' them a couple of times, and none of the clowns want to corral this bull because its Buck-Wild. Its great. I just hope that the spiritual goodness
trickles down to younger brothers as well. Thanks Becca, (but you're still a brat).

I'm listening to various hit songs from the 80's right now in preperation for my
movie. I'm looking for a sound track.

Lunch was sponsored by In N Out.