I could tell today was going to be a good day after coach told us he brought us donuts this morning. Our workout today was an easy 4.5 mile run on Frisco trail. It was pitch black, which was fun. Anthony, Coach B, and I were taking out all the spider webs with our faces. When we got to the point where we were to turn around an armadillo stood in our way, staring us down. We stopped running and three of us are just staring at this armadillo as it stares back at us; a draw...like in a good ol' western movie. The moment was ruined, however, whenever the armadillo realized we were actually there and the chicken shit ran off into the woods.
On the way back to the school I stepped in a small dip and almost hurt my ankle, but nothing would stop me from getting to those donuts calling to me from inside Coach's car. We got back, did our stretches, and indulged. I had two of the Little Debbie chocolate donuts and about six cake donut holes.
The shower was fun; singing Shout and some Backstreet Boys song thus filling the locker rooms with our beautiful voices got the coach yelling at us to be quiet...I personally think he's jealous. First hour was fun actually, and I guess I could say the same for homeroom. In second hour Spanish we got to play battle of the interpreters. It's a game where the room is divided into two teams and one person from each team faces off against each other. There's three categories: movies, television, and music. The teacher says a movie/TV show/band in Spanish and whoever says it in English first contributes one point to their team.
Let me just say our team dominated. I had four turns and took the first three, but the fourth I let the other team get out of good will. I mean come on, we won 28 to 12. I guess that just goes to show how a battle of the sexes game will turn out. Actually, it had nothing to do with that; I just know my movies and we had two native Spanish speakers on our team, so of course we won.
Third and fourth were boring so I won't even mention them...besides just now I guess I sort of mentioned them and how boring they were. Nevermind.
Anyway lunch was good for a red day. I sat with Andy Lane, a freshmen and Ryan Lane's little brother. Ryan and I are in the same grade and both him and his brother run Cross Country. Andy gave me his Granola Bar, which went well with my protein bar.
After school was fun. A few of us Cross Country guys went down on the football field to help with the landscaping. We got a new football field over the summer and it's looking good. Anthony and I arrive about 15 minutes before everyone else (Cole, Ryan, Livingston, and Drewskie). So we got to lift these 90lbs stones and make a wall for about half an hour, then we moved under the bleachers and leveled out the gravel with shovels. We didn't get paid, but I didn't care. I think Coach is taking us out for pizza sometime or something.
After than Livingston and I went into the Wellness fitness center, a small room with some weight lifting equipment. I stayed longer than he did, but I could tell he was bored. After my workout, which I'll admit I slacked a little bit, I walked a mile home.
When I got home I realized the grass was long, so I got the lawn mower out, filled it with gas, and proceeded to mow the SOB. Well, after the lawn mower died five times because it's an old p.o.s pansy, it finally wouldn't restart. So right now there's only the outline of a square mowed in our backyard...not too effective.
I pretty much wasted time until about 9pm when Aleigha picked me up. Her Durango just got out of the shop and it makes this funny noise; sounds like a little RC car when you're inside. We went to Starbucks and got Mocha Frappachinos, which were good. After Starbucks we went and saw Rob Zombie's Halloween, which was a cool revision of the old Halloween movie. It's defiantly more in-depth on how Michael Myers became Michael Myers, from being bullied in school and at home, to finally going psycho and killing everyone. Pretty bloody, but good. The ending was cool too. The only problem I had was pretty much every character in the movie had sex before they died, which is only the biggest cliche in any 1990's horror movie. Other than that it was a good film...take the kids, they won't forget it.
After that I was pretty hungry, so Aleigha was nice enough to wait in the drive-thru at Wendy's. I got my chicken sandwich, fries, and a frosty, which I saved for when I could sit in my comfy couch at home. It was good...very good; really hit the spot.
After I ate my food I started this blog...and here we are, all alone. Well, sorta, I'm alone...you may not be. This is sort of like that one Sandra Bullock movie, Lake House. To tell you the truth I haven't seen it and don't feel like writing what it's about, but if you've seen it and you have any idea on what I'm talking about then you'll get it. It's because I'm typing this now, and you're going to read this God-knows-when after I hit submit...but it's like I'm talking to you in the present.
Actually I'm just tired and need some sleep...so goodnight, unless you're reading this and it's daytime, then I guess good day. Wait, good day is more like a greeting isn't it? Whatever...
Have a good day/night...peace...and any other goodbye's I've left you with on these blogs,
Seal.
P.S. Here's some more Urban sports; something I want to do when I get bored enough someday:
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