the Kaiser Chiefs and catching up

Current Mood/Status: kinda meh. =P
Currently Doing: nothing worthwhile
Song of the Day: I Predict A Riot, Kaiser Chiefs

So...I'll start by wrapping up a few very loose ends poorly. ish. Uhh...that week that was awesome? Suffice to say that Ultimate happened approximately thrice that week, I received the same number of free shirts from cross country that week, and homework was quite under control. Well...except for that Thursday; Friday was an early morning...

Oh, wait; I think that I shall actually detail the origins of one of the shirts. Two of them came from winning meets--the Eagle Medley at South Putnam, where I only had to run a 4k (but still kinda sucked), and...I can't remember the other meet. Wait, nevermind; Hokum Karem, which was a relay. I was with Johnny, and we were about two or three minutes *over* our target time, but it didn't really matter. Wait...perhaps I already mentioned this, because it seems very familiar. Maybe I'll actually go and check that post where I said that I'd finish talking about stuff later before kinda doing so...

Wow. Okay, so I suppose my last entry was actually really short. Uhh...and I hit the Hokum Karem in it. But my third shirt...that was my favorite. Well, the origin, anyways. So...it was last Wednesday or something when we had...another track practice! Wooooauuuuughhh. (At least Friday was just a road mile and then Frisbee Friday.) We had to run a 400 first (one lap around the track), we would get our time, and then a mile. We weren't allowed to wear watches or see our time or anything; we just had to guess. Well...my 400 (meter) time was something like 1:46 or something like that, and four times that is 7:04 for a mile (pretty bad time for me). I figure one always slows down, so I should probably call something in the mid or high 20s. Say...7:26? Yeah, that'd be good. Wait, no...that time is too boring. 7:26? No significance at all! Totally no good! But I start running, and shortly after starting, I figure, hey, 727, right? The number on the end of Betsy's screenname and the plane, right? Why not; so there I go. First lap, I decide that 7:27's my time. Well, Johnny and I ran the mile together, and I told him about my decision. We ran, obviously slowed down, and picked it up a bit again on the last lap to almost even out. Heh...so that was the *first* time that we held hands across a finish line, and I figure that the best way for us to guess times is to guess just a second apart. Well...I already said that I'd go with 7:27, and I told Johnny to go a second over. Mr. Schimpf...just kinda looks at me when I say my time. Dag...well, looks like we were way off. His look was one of those, "I thought you were a lot better than that," looks. Hrm...guess both of us read him really wrong, though, bcause my 7:27 was dead on, and, because of it, I got last year's conditioning shirt. Meh. Well, it's not so much that I got the shirt as it is just the general principle. I totally pwned Mr. Schimpf's practice that day, and I'm really happy about that because he's been really upsetting me lately. =P

So...two nights this week (or mornings, rather) on which I saw the clock turn four AM, and then some. I wasn't too happy about that. And I was significantly busier homework-wise and stressed overall otherwise anyways. Um...the week fairly sucked. I think that I was equally tired on Thursday/Friday from 9:00 PM to 4:10ish AM and really, REALLY wanted to go and just relax for even just half an hour or so in a party of one or maybe two. But...that didn't happen. Meh. Love me because I'm emo.

Had something else cool and brief a short time ago, but I've now forgotten it. Oh, pwned some guy this morning in cross country, but it's a lot better if you're a runner or have seen a bunch of races and know kinda know how they go. And if I tell it verbally, because it's more emphatic. Meh.

So...those Kaiser Chiefs. They remind me of, in order of influence, Franz Ferdinand, David Bowie, The Beatles, Hot Hot Heat, and Incubus. Well...perhaps Franz Ferdinand doesn't belong quite so high, and perhaps The Beatles should move up a bit, but either way, I definitely greatly enjoy these Kaiser Chiefs. Britain gets more points.

And I'm going to sleep shortly, having napped for about four hours this afternoon.