Daily Update

Last night I didn't prepare aquatically enough for running. As I begun I fought like a lion to overcome the difficulties that lay in wait for me. I've been enjoying the music selection that I made for myself on my j-pod-shuffle quite well. The songs that come up are almost always appropriate to the situation involved while running; whether it be starting, finishing, or passing vampires or ninja. I ran like a baby lion who was just learning how to pounce onto its prey. I would chase the other animals and tease/harass them with my long sharp claws-of-anger. I started a little later than normal, so I didn't see many other people. Another significant moment, I went around the track twice, all on my own. I've been around twice before, but I'm usually with a better runner who is prompting (forcing) me to do so, this time, I was feeling lucky, so I went for it. I hesitated at first, because it was my 'off' night, but I had determination in my eye, and I had plenty of stress to release. I didn't do as well, but I passed a group or two of old ladies, so I felt good about passing someone. My time, the first time around, was 17:40 (I attribute that to the hamburger at lunch) and 39:37 the second time around. Its ok, but not great. A slight pain came into my shin/leg/knee area. I think the pain has become a virus and is now spreading. The ninja must have injected me with something before they went into hiding. It wasn't as sharp and specific, but duller and more spread out. Don't worry everybody, its nothing I can't handle. Oh, and bad news for the women and children, as I was on the last leg of the run, first lap, I saw Perv-Boy again. Sitting in his car like nothing had happened. Actually from the quick glance I gave him, it looked like he got a hair cut and shaved his mustache. I tried not to look directly at him cause I think he was watching for me, knowing that it was I who phoned in the complaint. I think he was out for revenge. I'm pretty sure that he had a sharpened pick-ax and a shovel in the back of his pathfinder, ready to 'deal with me'. Its the only way he would be able to deal with me, is in such a weakened state after two enduring laps of running. I figured everything had checked out, so he was 'able' to be there; but it was peculiar as I drove away because a cop car, with yellow flashing lights on, pulled up and parked right next to where I had been parked (about 80 yards from where I park).

After that I met up with the other two and we decided to go to a place called 'The Counter'. We brought the Greenfield girls with too. (it diluted the testosterone levels in greatly; which decreases our level of comedy, but it does force us to behave, to an extent.) You build your own burgers there, just check it off on the sheet they provide and they bring it. It was really good. I could barley fit the thing in my mouth. Except for the 'sweet-potato-fries', they tasted like the bottomof my shoe after just having walked through a sewer, jeff thought differently, he liked them. He couldn't understand why i wanted to puke after I tried one and then tried to tell me what I should like or dislike, but the food distracted him. We were the last ones there in the restaurant cause we arrived at closing time. I really shouldn't have had two good burgers in one day, it may have been a little over-kill. I definitely undid all the running this week during this one visit to 'The Counter'.

Then we stopped in at Greenfield cause I had to get some music samples from 'music director Emily', for my movie. It took longer than I wanted, but was well worth it. She got me a bunch of really good songs for my movie. I worked on my movie late into the night. I really need to get it done so we can show it at the film festival. Otherwise all my work will be in vain. And I don't want that.

During the day yesterday there was a little confusion with getting Harry Potter tickets. Luckily Allana was there to pick up the slack for me. I actually meant to get tickets for all of us going to the new show the night before, but that didn't work out, so I just figured the next night would be just the same, but oh no, not so. Allana bought tickets at noon, and by 3 when she called back to resolve what time I was telling everyone, all shows until 9:40 were sold out, so I asked her to
buy a bunch of tickets for that show for all of us. She's so nice. Confusion at its finest on my part.

I also negotiated the pick up of my friends wife's accordion, for the film festival performance I must undertake:) I have to meet someone on a dark street corner at 6pm sharp.

For work I went back to the Fashion Designer/Model building in Beverly Hills. I didn't see anyone from the 'beauty pageant'. too bad.

Lunch was sponsored by Jose' Bernstein's, and hosted by the Bean girls.

I'm listening to Red Hot Chili Peppers right now.