| Current mood: | mellow |
| Current music: | anatomy of a ghost |
I will never sleep again, i'll never even close my eyes
well, it's been one hell of a week. i saw a great fucking concert two nights in a row, and i honestly don't care about any of the social crap that happened there anymore. seeing thursday for the first time was pretty damn powerful. meeting geoff after the show was so incredibly cool, he seemed really down-to earth and like he appreciates his fans a lot. spitalfield was really good live, engine down was pretty good and PTW was good one night. but if you care, then you were probably at the show. so whatever.
my first race ever was the night after the 2nd concert. so i had about 11 hours of sleep the last two nights combined. and i ran the 3000m in 11:13:56. which isn't too bad, i think. 6th place out of ten is decent. interlandi seemed happy, and i passed a kid by sprinting the last straightaway.
i don't even know why i'm writing, except to keep people informed. but you all must already know this stuff. the real stuff that matters is the stuff like friday night. learning how to start fires, why it isn't good to call me a metrosexual, why it isn't good to spray kids with pam, and why party crashers can suck, even when their friends are welcome. this week should be good, i just hope that at the end of it...i'll be able to talk to all of you about it. some shit's been weighing on my mind...and i gotta find out what direction i'm taking it all in.
so basically, a lot happened this week, but it's not coming out here because...that's just not where it belongs.
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