I was preparing to go running when Josh called. He was begging me to skip my somewhat weekly ritual to join him and jeff at Buffet City. After a short negotiation we settled on going right after I finished. As I was already hurried for time, I continued to rush to my usual Country Club track. The sun had already set. People were scurrying around as I arrived. I had to forgo the usual warm up and mental prep time in order to meet, or come close to, my tentative dinner appointment. Gritting my teeth in preparation of the upcoming pain I immediately started to run. I imagined I was running away from someone. Thats the only thing that could have kept me going through the insufferable reminder of recent hip joint injury. I tried to disguise my limp as much as possible until the 2 minute mark hit where a full warm up had bee achieved. It came not a moment to soon as I was in the process of imagining that the person chasing me was about to reach the very tip of my shoelaces. BooM! all of a sudden there was an explosion of speed, moving from Alligator speed to Springbok speed in a split second. I passed other people on the track as if I was a train rolling through a small town on the Inter City Express. They gazed over in amazement. I haven't seen very many monster attacks in the last few months, but the 'Hot Girl Hit-Squad' has stepped up their patrols of the quiet neighborhoods in that area, and I really don't have a problem with it. I'm pretty sure that they are some of the regulars. Perv-boy wasn't there today, and now that I think of it, I don't remember seeing him last time either. Its been two weeks now. Hmmm, I wonder if someone else called the police on him.
I was torn away by the boys to go to Buffet City, still in a sweaty heap of exhaustion. Yes, the most fabulous, and closest, Chinese buffet to us. As we started to graze the aisles of the restaurant, we each decided it would be the best thing for us to maximize the holding capacity of the plate with as much food possible. It might have been better just to use a serving tray, instead of a plate, but I didn't want to hassle the already busy employees; after all, they all knew kung-fu. As I sat down to feast, I was just as skeptical as any food critic would have been; Bite one: plain, bite two: poor quality, three: ahhh very nice, four: to crunchy, and so on. Last time it got good marks from me, but this time they didn't have the stuff I liked like last time. After finishing most of the first plate, I quickly realized that I shouldn't have dived into so much. Having just gone running, this food was going to cancel out any healthiness that the running would have done for me. I tried to take it easy, but come on, this was a Buffet.
I then rushed off to go to the play practice. Jeff seems to think I'm in it. Countless times I've had to explain that just because I've mentioned it, doesn't mean i'm in it. I'm only helping with the back-drop. I got there kind of late, and started measuring the fabric that I got. Then, as I looked around, I realized that the easiest way to put it up was to use sewing pins. But it turns out that I was fresh out. I played around with it for a little bit but everyone else was trying to leave, so I'll have to go back tonight as well. Hopefully then I'll finish it. Well, I've got to actually. I won't have any other time to do stuff.
I felt it necessary to stop by the beans flat next. Josh and Jeff were there already. Everyone was just hanging out watching silly/weird videos on YouTube.
On the way to work I drove by Paris Hilton. I know I know, everyone says that they've seen famous people but this was really her. I'm sure of it. I think she was driving over to Borders.
Lunch was sponsored by Panda Express. I was supposed to meet josh up on campus, but at the last minute he had to change his plans. So I was forced to enjoy it by myself.
I'm listening to the curious explorations of Mr. Harry Potter right now. He's getting into just as much trouble as always. a boy after my own hears.
Wednesday, August 15, 2007
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