A Song...

...for you.

I Love you in a place, where there is no space or time.I love you for my life, you're a friend of mine.And when my life is over, remember when we were together.We were alone and I was singing this song to you.

What A great song. No matter my mood, I am always capable of putting my life to music. Tonight's song was rejuvenated in my conscience by the horrible show "so you think you can dance" (Its a Peapod thing), but is stirred emotions within that existed on a subconscious level. The circumstances surrounding one of my best friends caused me to reflect on the life I have led and the relationships I have built. God this is a great song! Adios y Buenos Noches!

The Arrival....

...of the MOST prestigious tennis tournament on earth is here. The end of June always brings with it the beginning of the best two weeks, fortnight if you're a Brit, in tennis. Nowhere is the simple elegance and beauty of Wimbledon matched. Its carefully and meticulously manicured green lawns splashed with dark purples for contrast, players dressed in all white symbolizing the purity of these hallowed grounds, and the spectators queueing just to enter the majestic gates of The All England Lawn and Tennis Club.

Each Grand Slam has its thing: The Open has NYC with its celebs, tennis under the lights, and over-the-top presentation; The Australian has the exuberant Aussie tennis fans, flowing beer that adds to their exuberance and the Southern Summer Sun; The French has The City of Lights and Love - Paris, moody yet "educated" French spectators and who can forget the Terra Battue. But none of these Slams comes close to the honor bestowed upon THE CHAMPIONSHIPS, WIMBLEDON. Someday in the near future I hope to have the fortune to experience this event in person.
This years Championships start as they so often do, with rain in the forecast for the next couple days. This inevitably means blotchy TV coverage and lots of reruns from Wimbledons old. There are many positives that can come from this year's fortnight. My fav tennis family, The Williamses, are looking to make a big showing. Both sister have entered the tournament hungry for another slam to add to their singles trophy case, would be #3 for lil' sis, #4 for big. This morning Papa Williams predicted Venus to win the whole thing, which has me excited. Even more exciting is the possibility of an all Williams final for the first time in several years. ::Fingers Crossed!!!:: However should one, or both sister, make unfortunate early exits from The AELTC in singles, they are trying to shake things up with a wildcard entry to the Women's Doubles draw. This bodes well for both sisters, cause back in the day they had so much fun playing together and that is what tennis is truly about, the enjoyment of the sport.

Other hopes for the draw:

1. Justine and Sharapova lose early and BIG. This is a big, hope though cause both of these ugly b*#%hes play well on grass. Justine is a lying manipulative B and Sharapova is an overhyped B, for those reasons alone they both deserve to loose, but if you want more justification I am more than willing to dish it up for you. HAHAHAHA

2. Federer wins another. I know I like fresh blood in the men's game, but you gotta love this guy on grass. It would be nice if we could see him against someone like Djokovic or Gasquet in the final to mix things up, but he's gotta win the gold cup. I would have it no other way.

3. Lots of good play. I want to see some excellent displays of athleticism and shot making. You have to be a different creature on the grass, rewarded are those who serve well, come to net often and can execute a good clean slice and drop shot. Care must be taken when playing with little margin for error around the net, the tape is tight here and will reject balls that hit it with no mercy.

Par for the course, not much will be achieved late at night or early in the week during Grand Slam coverage. Things will just have to wait till after the Final Sunday, to be completed or processed. Stay tuned for more coverage.

Why can "too much"....

...seem to be "not enough"? The dog days of summer are here and that means gathering some summer sun to add some new character to the high yellow skin I was born with. My skin is most often kissed by the sun through the outdoor activities of which I partake as often as possible, however I am not above admitting I occasionally will sit out with that sole intent in mind.

For an uneventful weekend, my days seemed rather filled. There's nothin like sitting at home doing nothing with your roommate gone to make a blasé weekend seem great. Friday was an absolutely splendiferous evening and I was able to get in some great tennis drill work. As the evening waned I found myself wanting a cold beer to enjoy while I did some people watching. Neither happened and I found my Friday ending as so many have in recent months, me regretting registering for a marathon.

Despite my best efforts to be slothful on a Saturday morning, mother nature had other plans. So I arose at 8am after an hour of restlessness, delaying what I knew to be inevitable. "Since I can't sleep, might as well run." Damn my boundless energy! I am no fool however, a week of not running I knew I wasn't going to get out and run the 14 miles on my training schedule, but I wouldn't be me if I didn't at least attempt to push myself physically. 5.03miles and 40mins later I called it quits. Stretching and some crunches ensued of course, gotta cool down correctly.

The rest of Saturday followed quite lazily, some of the aforementioned sitting out to catch some rays and catch up on some Tennis Magazine reading that I am behind on. The tennis match that I had scheduled got canceled due to an emergency, but I didn't find that out till I got there and came home. It worked for the best anyway cause Banneker was the location of the Caribbean Fest so we couldn't have played anyway. Headed up to Tacoma Park to rid myself of the unreleased tennis angst that had built within my body as a result of my canceled match. Hit on the wall for awhile till someone came along that I could hit with. Love Takoma Park for that reason. There is ALWAYS someone lookin to hit. Since I was up that way I had to of course visit the family and absorb whatever food wasn't nailed down. Tried to stay until my brother got home from work to see work of Ms. Hoover, but he takes too dag on long and I wanted to watch a movie before the night was over. Watched "Little Children" good movie, but definitely deserving of its "R" rating.

Sunday involved another early rise, I guess i'll sleep in late when I die, and off I was to get more drill work in at Turkey Thicket. This was great work, 2 hours worth and I wanted more. Once again since I was uptown I scurried over to my parents house with fam time and food on the mind. Hot homemade breakfast, yum yum yum! The afternoon at the apartment was filled with "Heroes". I missed the last 5 episodes of the season so I had some catching up to do. Not a great ending to the first season, but acceptable I guess; I will tune in next season to see how things turn out. The Princess insync with a headache. Coincidence? Who knows. Another movie tonight and WIMBLEDON in the morning. But more on that later, this has been more than enough info to absorb in one sitting. Adios y Buenos Dias mi amigos.

The Beautiful Struggle...

...is often times anything but. Not to detract from Mr. Kweli, but the beauty in life's struggles tends to elude me quite often. Maybe its cause I am looking to narrowly, you can not be inspired by Picasso from 12". I guess I shouldnt be singing the blues when my struggles are mostly financial and not nearly as bad as some; I have good health, great friends and a loving family, who could ask for a better support network? I know within me lies the fortitude to make it through what is hopefully just a blip in my lifline. Started hunting for a second job, both cause I need it and I want it. It will suck having to forgoe some of my tennis freedoms for a job, but what is life without some sacrafice. Fear not good people, I have done what was best for me and in the long run all thigs will work out just right. God has a plan for me, I just need to work on learning how to speak his language. Adios y Buenos Noches!

What is the price...

..of emotional freedom? I know its wrong to think in this manner, but I fled the house I called home for a second time. I ran from the stress and heartache that lives within those walls to struggle on my own, only to be entrapped reapeatedly by those whom I love that are bound to that house. Within its walls lives self hatred, indifference, confusion, anger, and pity. Love does come visit often, but it never stays long. The other tennants don't know how to live with it too well. I pray that my family will someday make more room for love in that house, but until then, I like love can only come to visit. Deliver them Lord! There are more things to be placed on this paper, but even I know you dont wash your dirty laundry in public, nor place your burdens squarely on others shoulders. I'll make it world, back when loved stayed longer I learned how to be strong.

What I thirst for...

is someone I can "love". (Some of this information might be TMI for some peeps out there, but its bottled in me and I hate bottled thoughts, they stress me, so read at ur own discretion. The language is PG though.)
Someone who does not seek material items as displays of affection, who will understand that I am struggling and can't afford to buy dinner for me let alone both of us and that doesn't mean I dont want to do it. Instead she is happy with me throwing down in the kitchen for us.
Someone who is willing to just lay in my arms before we screw like rabbits, afterwards I will prolly be too hot for a good 5 mins, once we cool off I am game again. Someone to kiss who loves to kiss as much as I do (Yes I have a weakness for kissing anywhere and everywhere.)
These needs are amplified by the fact I have low self-confidence around women I dont know and am largely uncomfortable sparking random conversation that could lead anywhere. And where do you go to meet a great intelligent woman that likes both a bar and a bookstore for fun. Who has a great sense of humor cause I love to make people laugh and enjoy a good belly ache of my own as often as possible, and not the kind brought on by food poisonin or gas. She likes my friends and introduces me to hers. Shes interested in me and what I am doin but doesnt work for the CIA. Loves music and tolerates/enjoys that I sing passionately,albeit off-key, most of the time. Understands that crying, even at a Disney movie doesnt make me less of a man. I dont care what color she is, but I am more attracted to women of color. Where is MY Serena, Beyonce, Alicia or Lucy? They are unique and so will be the girl who makes me happy. Are you out there?

WATER, WATER EVERYWHERE...

...And not a drop to drink.

We all know the saying and its ability to be connected to an endless number of circumstances, but I cannot think of the last time I was truly in a situation fitting of this phrase. So often it is associated with a want of our own, something superficial and materialistic due largely in part to our modern capitalist society. The recent struggles of several friends has inspired the boredom ponderance I know delve somewhat deeply and quite aimlessly. Don't get me wrong, there is direction to thoughts, the direction as you will come to find is much like that of a blind beast, sometimes very straight forward flowing and graceful but often spazstic and incongruent. What is it likely to truly be surrounded by "water" and not be able to sip of its cool quenching body. It is enough to drive a person mad. This is further exacerbated when others within the pool drink so freely, not even noticing the struggles of those around them. Surely now some of you see the correlation of this in your own life. Basic needs such as security, food, and social acceptance are so ravenously sought after by the "have-nots", while the "haves" wouldn't know it even if they were. I am no better than any "have" in society; I drink freely while so many around me cannot sip. I told you this would be spazstic, for I no longer what deep meaning I was striving for. I now feel the inspiration for another topic (ADD kicked in) so peace for the next three minutes.

Living La Vida...

...Office Space. Today I got a new chair and celebrated. No, I didnt mistype that. I truly celebrated. Last week Monday I was given a file cabinet with folders because "I would need this for my records." This evening I am going to happy hours and most likely gonna talk about the people we work with that are not there. God get me out of this cubicle/pod.

Beware: the rest of this entry will be full of my usual random thoughts. If you are incapable of following an illogical thought process please stop reading now!

I had fun on Facebook today, while bored and unoccupied at work, with a couple friends. There is nothing like singing an entire song. Through a social networking site. For all to see. And ponder your sanity!

I dont know how much longer I can hold out on getting a tattoo. I have ideas for at least 4.

ADD's kicked, movin on for now. Adios y Buenos Tardes!

Just for Your Reference

The Princess and the Pea
by Hans Christian Andersen
Illustrated by Edmund Dulac

There was once a prince, and he wanted a princess, but then she must be a real Princess. He travelled right around the world to find one, but there was always something wrong. There were plenty of princesses, but whether they were real princesses he had great difficulty in discovering; there was always something which was not quite right about them. So at last he had come home again, and he was very sad because he wanted a real princess so badly.

One evening there was a terrible storm; it thundered and lightninged and the rain poured down in torrents; indeed it was a fearful night.

In the middle of the storm somebody knocked at the town gate, and the old King himself sent to open it.

It was a princess who stood outside, but she was in a terrible state from the rain and the storm. The water streamed out of her hair and her clothes; it ran in at the top of her shoes and out at the heel, but she said that she was a real princess.

'Well we shall soon see if that is true,' thought the old Queen, but she said nothing. She went into the bedroom, took all the bed clothes off and laid a pea on the bedstead: then she took twenty mattresses and piled them on top of the pea, and then twenty feather beds on top of the mattresses. This was where the princess was to sleep that night. In the morning they asked her how she slept.

'Oh terribly bad!' said the princess. 'I have hardly closed my eyes the whole night! Heaven knows what was in the bed. I seemed to be lying upon some hard thing, and my whole body is black and blue this morning. It is terrible!'

They saw at once that she must be a real princess when she had felt the pea through twenty mattresses and twenty feather beds. Nobody but a real princess could have such a delicate skin.

So the prince took her to be his wife, for now he was sure that he had found a real princess, and the pea was put into the Museum, where it may still be seen if no one has stolen it.

Now this is a true story.

Busy

as a bee on speed tryin to feed that fat bitch in the hive, or something like that. HAHAHAHA. I need help. I arose this morning 10 mins before my alarm went off at 0620. Why on earth would I set my alarm to arise so early?... I had ALOT to do today.

The first task at hand was to get up to the Grandparents and meet my mom for my 11 mile run. Thats marathon training fore you. Started at 0745 finished 1'35" later. Not half bad, while my mother commented that it looked like I just got finished running through a pool when I was done, I felt good and the knee that had been nagging me didnt. Discovered I am down to a discouraging 155lbs. Dont even ask why its discouraging or my psycho battle and mini obsession with weight.

Next task at hand, was helping a friend move from the dreads of Alexandria into our beautiful city, Colombia Heights to be percise. He was much more trusting of people than I am. Left the back of the truck open and unspuervised while we went inside to unload stuff, and a nice iPod and stand out front. Even I was tempted to jack that shit.. HAHA, just kidding incase your reading this Brian..

Third and final task of the day was to visit the family. Just the immediates, no Lipscomb gathering. Jerked/Curry Chicken was on the menu, annd I dont pass up opportunity for free food. Talked with the mom about the saga with Princess Peapod and other things. Helped the dad grill the food. Ate like a horse. Crashed like a 2 years old. Woke up and ate some more. I am gonna be a fat ass someday. (see previous reference to weight obssesion)

Came home to a slightly cleaner apt, though the Princess had not removed all traces of herself from the ktichen yet. Maybe by the end of the weekend. I forsee a trip to the bookstore tomorrow. Adios y Buenos Noche!

My Life...

with Princess PeaPod: 2 Years Is MORE than Enough

Though some of you may grow tired of reading or hearing about this, it will be the main topic of this journal (TRUST) for the next two years. Yes it is unfourtunate and yes I had been forewarned, but "time dont go back, it go forward."

Some of you know for sure who Princess Peapod is; others will guess. By the end of this, the first entry in my dramedy, you will know unless you are a midly retarded monkey (sorry Dante if your reading this, I still love.) Often times there will be so many thoughts running through my head that my entries will be disjointed and random thought. It will be as if I were suffering from ADD, and I apologize in advance for this. As my thoughts gather and clear and the anger that I am inevitable feeling subsides I will take the time to edit and revise my entries for clarity and sense, but part of the purity of this story will come from the fact it was written on pure emotion. Please enjoy.

After work I had plans to play tennis with a friend and then planned to visit mi abuelos y mi padres. As usual tennis was great and so was visiting the family. As usual I got free food out of the deal and put off my dad swearing I dont love them one more day (another story in itself). After watchin some TV and slammin a couple hot dogs I decided it was time to return to my abode. Great evening right. Well it was until I walked up the stairs and into my kitchen. La cocina litterally read "PRINCESS PEAPOD WAS HERE!"

Now I am no cleaning nazi, but let me lay the scene out for you. The rice cooker I purchased had been used to cook the rice and bullion I had bought. The rice laddel was put back in its holder incorrectly and it was covered in gunky bullion chicken rice. The cooker was off, but half full of uneaten rice. The tea cup that was used LAST night was still sitting on the coutner top dirty.

And this was just on my intial survey. It gets worst. Of course at this point I am angry and annoyed but it is something I can deal with, cause I know this is how Princess Peapod is. The following discoveries are what pushed me over the edge and have led to this entry.

While refilling the water bottles I had used for tennis I noticed a dirty fork in the sink with blue on it. I knew immediately what it had come from. Wanting only to confirm what I already new to be true I turned off the water and walked over to the fridge. Ms. Peapod had decided to have at the piece of cake I had brought home from work. Yes the slice was fucking huge, but it was MY fucking huge slice and I intended to enjoy every last bit of it tonight when I got home. Ms. Peapod had dug into the cake, and I assume upon discovering its deliciousness ate the extra cake that was on the side of the plate. Now that I am pissed cause she has eatin my damn cake, I also notice she has drank a good portion of my damn orange juice. O JESUS DELIVER ME! MY FUCKING CAKE!!!!

All this shit prolly wouldnt be so bad if she brought some damn good food into the house that I could eat. But Princesses dont cook; they eat out, order delivery, or microwave, mooching off whatever cooks they can in the interim.

Once again I am on the verge of peeing on her toothbrush, but restraint is the sign of a good wise man, I refuse to be ignorant. Of course this means I must now have another talk about why I dont appreciate what was done. Will it sink in? Unlikely, but then what fodder would I have to fill this journal.

Till next time, Adios y Buenos Noche!

So many good things

have been happening as of late. Its definitely because I am appreciating the little things more these days, got accept my blessings whatever form they come in, you dont send gifts from Dios back.

Aside from work still not being my dream job, yesterday was a GREAT day! The French Open is on TV and I rose early specifically to watch it. Gracias Dios por el Chanel Del Tenis! In the early evening I had a tennis meeting so I was lookin forward to that. Got there and ended up hitting with someone else who was just waiting around for someone to hit with. He was pretty good, so we exchanged info so that we could get together again. The guy I was supposed to meet showed up so I hit with him for a little and then we played a set. I won because he was rusty and unable to move very well, he was overweight and a smoker, ha. Anyway thats all for now. I am sure there is more I was thinkin at the time I started, but you know me and my ADD. Peace

Tis the end

to many things, but foremost it is the end of a good weekend. Went to Georgetown last night and hit up a few of the bars ran into a few harrin. It was an all around good time. Despite my best efforts I was unable to injure myself so that I might take pictures of it and post them on facebook for all to see. HAHAHAHA. Te Amo Mono!

Spent alot of time with the family this weekend and I think that made my father immensly happy. He wont say it but he gets all mopey when I dont come around. I also played tennis twice and stood someone up for tennis once, oops. Lots of eating took place on my behalf, but I did run 8 miles on Saturday morning before I played tennis for two hours so I think I have the calories to spare.

Moving forward slowly in getting things together in my life. I think I told myself I was going to get my resume together today for my push to get a part time job with a hotel, but that didnt happen and I think I will watch a movie tonight to cap things off. Rising early (5am) so that I can catch some live tennis coverage, ROLAND GARROS! If I knew French I would say something fun in it.

Thats it for now. Peace

The Circle of Life

exists even for iPods. The death of one iPod (color/photo) has restored life to a previous generation. My first iPod has started working again out of the kindness of its cold metalic heart. How long will the new found life last, I am not sure, but I do know training for this marathon will suck should it die. Though my means do not necessarily allow it, I think its time to invest in the next generation of Apple. This time I will be fully protected. Should this beloved buddy decide to get sick, best believe I will be taking him in for a check up, quick, fast and in a hurry.

Theres nothing like

talking about finances with a friend to make you realize how broke you are. I wish I had something more poetic to say but I really dont. I will fight the battle as long as I can, but I think it is a lost cause. I am afraid that I will eventually have to get a credit card to survive. Yes this basically means I am living outside of my means, but tell me how that is any different from at least half of the US right now.

There is a struggle taking place that goes unmentioned. The struggle to stay afloat in a capitalist, consumer-driven, materialistic society. Who are the Jonse's and why do we strive so to achieve this "idealistic" state of life. Can we not be satisfied by the wealth we have in natural resources, family and friends. I realize the true solution to my problem is to shed myself of my material needs, much easier said than done.

Things arent much better

this morning. The cacophonous noise of the city in the morning, the sound of its cars, people and life in general is poison when compared to the joyous tunes and sweet melodies that once filled my ears. Why must my iPod continue to forsake me? Did I not show it love, care and devotion? Did I not elevate its status as a friend above real human connection. Now at a time of greatest need it has deserted me again, leaving me to wallow in the harsh real world with nothing to motor my day. No theme music for me. Has the end of my random street grooving been brought to an end. Will prayer resuscitate the holder of my musical fortune?

The day will not be a total musical loss however; when I arrive at work I will be able to block out the dirty convos of my perverted podmate thanks-in-part to VSpot and Pandora. He is a topic for another day though, let me preview but telling you that he regular makes me want to throw up or drive the lone pen on my desk up my nose into the frontal lobe of my brain!

Back to work for now. Edits to come.

Just as things

were starting to look up, my FUCKING iPod decided to die again tonight. I swear Steve Jobs created the glorious malfunctioning pieces of machinery just to fuck with us musically dependant people. An entire week of blissful listening after its last aneurism and just as I was thinkin there was nothin but blue skies in store for the two of us, it goes fucking catatonic on me.

UUUUUGGGGGGHHHHHH. Right after I came into a collection of great new music too.

How the hell am I going to train to run a marathon without theme music. Rocky didn't run up the Philadelphia Art Museum stairs in silence. He had the bum, ba bum, ba bum behind him to push him.

The only solace I can take out of this whole damn thing is that it worked long enough for me to get my run and work out in today. Which by the way I may not have done where it not for some much needed nagging from a good friend who only wants the best for me. Just to spite them I came home and ate a huge slice of the DAMN good Pineapple filled Coconut Cake I baked. But I did resist buying the 600 calories per serving Entenman's Grand Cinnamon Buns I love so dearly when I went shopping this evening. SCORE ONE FOR THE DOMINATOR.

I know this is pathetic because its like 7 hours away but I know what I am having for breakfast and I cant wait. Toasted Bagel with Cream Cheese, Glass of OJ and Maybe a scrambled egg or two. Aside from the eggs all were purchased on this evenings shopping excursion. It was a rather productive evening. Did I mention how much I LOVE getting off work early so I can do what I want to do. And it is possible to live off of rice, noodles and oatmeal if you want to.

Thats all for now. I better go to bed before I try to dissect my good for nothing iPod. I hate my technological dependencies.

Let me catch you up

on some things that have been happening. Last time I was on here I couldnt think straight cause there was so much goin on in my head. Still tryin to put those thoughts together in an organized fashion but it is getting better.

First and foremost is my discovery of last night. Outside my window is a mini patio. All down the block people have comfy chairs for sitting and suning. Not a bad idea if I were white, but I dont know what I would look like. I have decided to use it as a city garden. I will plant some tomatos along with the rosemary tree I planted last night. My cousin gave me the great idea to put, some astroturf out there. GENIOUS. Maybe I did spend too much time in Iowa but I dont care.

Next issue: I AM HOUSE BROKE. I may live in a damn nice place but that is about all imma do. I now see why you are only supposed to spend a third of ur paycheck on rent. As a result I have thought about getting a new credit card. Some major financial decisions to make over the next couple weeks. Especially since I am still trying to add things to the apt.

Yes the last entry wasnt a lie, I am running a marathon in 5 months. Training has started but like it should. I know it is one of the goals for this year, but I am wondering if it was the best decision so far. This is going to be a major time commitment. BLAH

I dont know what else I was thinknin about, so thats enough for now. The saying is true though: "there arent enough hours in the day"

How long

will my training last. It started this morning with a 7am run I think it was about 3 miles and it took me about 45 mins. The plan is to get up every morning and run before work and then every evening play tennis, weather permitting of course. Why so much activity you ask, its mostly cause I am worried about ending up like the rest of my family. Plus I have so many goals that I am trying to achieve.What a hectic thing...so much going on in my mind I cant think straight enough to write in this...ah...maybe clearier thoughts will come in thr future.

Joy to the world

for I have theme music again. How long will it last this time I am not sure. I will be so happy tomorrow morning on my walk to work as I listen to it. Even sans earbud for listening comfort, it will be worth it to have my music again. I am so happy. Register for the Marine Corps Marathon tomorrow and then its 5 months of training till the completion of my one of my gaols for the year. Night for now

Was it...

averted? Who knows but my anger has been abated for the time being. I found the best way to address the situation without being overly aggressive or confrontational. I mentioned that I was angered by the situation and how it had caused me stress and prevented me from sleeping when I wanted to. Apologies were emoted and the surging anger continue to subside. The reading of the email was not brought up because I felt that no positive would come of it. Per my grandfather's suggestion I put a password on my computer, so that would prevent such future situations. Only time will tell the true ramifications of the incident, but near future plans include the purchase of a personal computer, so as to not be "reli[ant] on others."

I think I did a pretty damn good job of controlling my emotions and using problem solving skills I was taught to handle the situation. Sure it would have felt better at the moment to yell and pee on a toothbrush, but we cannot live for a moment of pleasure if it will mean an hour of pain.

Only two more days to my much anticipated reunion with pals at school. Means 4 nights of fun, and though some believe I have a drinking problem, I will stay well within my means and try not to injure myself. Or at least I wont tell them about it if I do. YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE!!!! HA! Paz y amor mi gente. Gracias por su adviso

So annoyed

after having a good night. I come home to find that my cousin and new roomie has been on my computer cause we have no cable cause she is too lazy to call the cable guy and get it hooked up. Using my computer without asking is not a big deal, after all I do have a younger brother and it wouldnt be the first time it had happened. What is annoying and pissing me off at the same time is that she read my email in the process of using my computer. Now I WOULD NEVER EVER read her email let alone use something of hers without asking. I am considering peeing on her toothbrush and takin a dump on her bed. I am tired and I cant even get to sleep cause I am so pissed off at the situation. I know she read the email because it was sent at 630 tonight when I was playin tennis and unable to check my email, but it said it had been read. Plus she signed into limewire and messed around with AIM. Should I confront her on the issue or should I just be vindictive and read her emails since I know the password. Weigh in on this people, I need some help cause I am too angry to think straight right now!
LORD HELP ME

Moving

sucks. Now I remember why I hated it doing it twice a year for the past four years. I thought I had it bad when I had to move in the dorm with the little bit of furniture that I had. Trying moving into an apt. there are so many things to be responsible for. While I am happy to be in the situation that would garner such responsibility, it would be nice if I could just snap my fingers and everything would be done. The big task at hand will take place on Sunday. Fortunate for me I have a cousin that is willing to help with the move-in. Some of the stuff wont be so bad, but there is this one piece of furniture that I am dreading.

Lots of things that I am in the process of rebuying because my move across country saw me donate most of everything I owned. trip to Target tonight to procure some items, maybe Home Depot as well, depends on the time. I am going to miss living con mi abuelos, perro soy bien.(I have been delinquent in my studies, so I felt obligated to do that part)

Thats it for now.

I GOT A HOME

Thats right, I have an apt now. Cant go into details now, but more are to come. Just wanted to put it out there. Check the pics below if you havent done so yet. Keep eyes and ears posted about house warming party.

Nothin like a run

I did it and it felt great. Came home today and ran. 16 & Roxanna --> 16th & Van Buren --> 3rd & Van Buren --> Eastern Ave --> 16th & Roxanna. Dont know the distance but it took me about 50 mins so I am guessin about 3 miles. It did everything I hoped for: got my mind of a few things and helped to burn so much needed calories. I have been feeling quite lethargic. Working out once a week is not enough for me, way too much energy. Besides I have a marathon I am training for. Unfourtunately once the run was over and all washing was done, those things I was running from caught up to me...Sleep and pray on it I will. Hopefully it will all be resolved in the morning.

Peace Out Yo