A Life You Don't Live Is Still Lost

Ha ha! Im back! Man ive been doing pretty poorly keeping up with my posts, in fact, i think they have all been pretty much a month apart. Weellll, a lot has happened since me post i made right before school. To start off, we missed a 4 days of school right away thanks to Tropical Storm Fay, and my street was so flooded someone went down our street in a canoe and waved at us.

Then the next week began, and i realized exactly what i threw myself into when i joined IB (don't know what im talking about? well you should, because the only people that read my blog anyway are in IB, unless there is actually a sane human being outside of people that go to my school and/or know me that would read this). I literally had 3 hours of constant homework each night. It was crazy insane. But now that ive gotten through it, i know that i can do it, and will be able to continue to keep this up in the future.

I was going to go chronologically, but upon further thought i've just decided to go by skipping around to different events of random importance to confuse the living hell out of anyone reading. To start with, i will talk about probably the biggest event of the school year so far, and i will take this subject from the top. It all started with kimothy's blog post in the middle of i don't know when that concerned a certain group that i had heard v and kim talking about that summer. It turns out they were going to start a club, although of course i didn't find out about this till much later (thats me, usually a few steps behind them). We had our first meeting (ununofficially) about two fridays ago. We got a good bit done, deciding on a day to meet and a name. We called ourselve NEXUS. Then, after a second unofficial meeting, we had our first real meeting this past monday that accomplished a combination of nothing and a whole lot at the same time. We all broke into groups, some found a template for the website, some created a logo, and some(including me) worked on our letter to the teachers of our school to let them know we exist. Oh, and to top it all off, V was constantly singing lovefool by the cardigans.

Now onto running. After a somewhat laxidasical first week, we ran a two mile time trial (try saying that five times fast). I ran the best ive ever done for this particular time trial (which we hold at the beginning of every XC season), which is an 11:32. Then, i proceeded to run a stupendous bridge workout that following saturday. Who knows? I might even be pretty good this year. Then this past saturday i went to a yard sale to raise money for our cross country team. It was fun, and we earned 150 dollars. I found that trying to pogo on a pogo stick that is made for someone 4 feet tall doesn't go with someone whos pushing 5'8". I almost fell a dozen times (until the inevitable crash that ended that venture) but was able to go on a 136 jump streak.

This week has gone fairly well, and tonight i actually had very little homework. I will enjoy this as much as possible, as this rare feat will not be replicated much more throughout the year. I will leave you with one last little trinket of information: i am right now faced with a tobacle that both impedes thought and emotion from my present self, and the only way i see to clear it could potentially have uwanted after effects.

Good night to all and to all a good night.