Run.

I went for a run the other night. First one since the marathon. I can't believe it's been over a month already. At one point during my run there were no sounds except me, no cars, no bikes, no people at all; just me. The pounding of my feet against the concrete kept track of my breathing; in-two-three-out-two-three-in-two-three-out-two-three. The wind blowing past my ears as I pushed forward, the beating of my heart in the back of my head and the crickets chirping in the grass. This is all I could hear. About a week ago Corrie was talking to me about how people say running is so relaxing, how they go for a run when they are angry or stressed and it calms them down. And she asked me if this was true. I didn't know what to say really, I'm sure it calms some people down, but I never really thought that it calmed me down, but I realized that it does put me in a good mood, most of the time. Especially if I go for a run when I feel like running, and I only go as far as I feel like going, and I go as fast or as slow as I feel like going. This is when i really enjoy running, this is when running relaxes me, this is when I feel alive and like I can accomplish exactbly what I want to accomplish in life.

A purposeful life is living a life of purpose.

Right Now...

I am reading Bridget Jones's Diary
My dad and Kim are at a wedding rehearsal
I am listening to Coldplay, Square One
I want to be listening to Jermy FIsher
I am on msn but not talking to anyone
My mom is upstairs reading on the futon on the deck
There is a very annoying cricket outside
I am thinking that I need to make a resume for Extreme Pita
I want a popsicle
There is an empy box of Fins au Ble infront of me, and I want some
My glasses have a smudge on them
I'm going to go watch some t.v. or maybe a movie

things

Things I Hate:
Freshly shaved legs
Water when you're expecting coke
Coconut
Sleeping in later than 10:00 a.m.
Our phone downstairs
Crest toothpaste
Long nails
clothes that smell like campfire when your back at home
Wet wool in my mouth
Eating so much candy my mouth hurts
Loosing my contact in my eyeball
Food in car smell
Corrie's Discman plug-in for her car
Country music
Kimmmmm
Freshly washed jeans
Deerfly bites (and any other bites)
Showers
Computers being retarded

Things I Love:
Freshly shaved legs
Bacon
Skittles
Evenness
and Unevenness (in the right places)
My cottage
Road trips
Folk Fest
Sneezes
Getting mail
Mangoes
Christmas
Canoe trips
Dreams
Kettle corn
Doing nothing/ whatever I want
The insoles I just got for my shoes at work
Chloe's stupidity
Watching old home videos
Our old boat that is now elsewhere
Playing Tetris till my fingers hurt

Randome Quotes

She rolled over. And then, oh joy, she was unable to move. She was, quite unexpectedly, more comfortable than she had ever been in her life. She focused on it so as not to forget the feeling. Yes, her body had chanced upon a position that made all other positions nonsense. Her limbs felt light with the luxury of it. The spaces between them were perfection. There was probably an equation for it. Every feather in her duvet had found its optimum position, and as for her pillow, it was a cloud. Her head seemed to be cushioned in cotton wool. All thoughts were clear here. All emotions profound. Was this what heaven felt like? Why, she thought, had this not happened ten hours ago? Why had she spent the entire night trying to get this comfortable? Why had she not tried this position? It was hardly complicated. Her body almost hummed with happiness. She was the closest she'd ever come to purring. It felt as if time had stood still.

Melissa Nathan -The Waitress-


When your own personal pigman comes, you may not regognize him at first. He may appear when you're shooting spitballs in your history class, or taking too many free mints from the cashier's desk at your local hamburger hangout. Your parents may even invite your pigman into your home from tea and crumpets or a tour of their waxed-wood floors. If he shakes your hand you sill feel a chill, but he'll warm you with his smile. He'll want you to be his friend, to follow him, and in his eyes you'll see angels and monsters. Your pigman will come to you when you need him most. He'll make you cry but teach you the greatest secret of life.

Paul Zindel -The Pigman-