Now More Happier.

5.29.2005

Of Plans.

It's been a long time since I've posted anything worthwhile, and I'm sorry. More or less since the start of tennis season and the late, exhausted days that came with it. That's over with now, but I've got a new hobby and something I hadn't bargained for - a deep desire to be good at it. Not simply passable, not simply someone who can win games, but genuinely good at something which I like doing. Another thing I didn't bargain for, I'm probably in the best shape of my life right now. This is an excellent feeling. I even have muscles, which is, while satisfactory, an odd state of affairs for someone whose main exercise was, for years, walking to the bus stop. However, it can be better, and I intend to make it better.

Which is where the title of this (somewhat coherent) post comes in.

Later today, hopefully I'll be going to a few places to apply for a summer job. American Family Fitness, a YMCA, and a Target. The first two because they might have (indoor, hopefully) tennis courts. The third because I hope that nepotism is alive and well in America's retailers.

Basically, the plan for this summer consists of: Tennis, working (and the money that comes with it) and getting in better shape. I hope it works out, because that would be nice.

5.13.2005

Procrastination.

I'm not sure if other people do this, but I have slowly come to realize that I put off more or less everything. Even things I enjoy doing, I put off. I don't even know why, I just know that whatever I'm doing at the moment, I haven't done enough of it yet. So I go do it again, and again, and soon 15 minutes has turned into 3 hours and it's time to put off getting ready for bed. Maybe I need to listen to worse music, so that I can stop using the 'Next song that isn't really good' excuse. I'd like to finish this post well, but

5.05.2005

Hmm.

In the rush of doing nothing, I totally missed this blog's 1 year anniversary. As of 4-27-05, it has existed for one year. Yay.

5.04.2005

Flyest shoes ever.

I tore up my old pair of shoes to the point where a layer of canvas was all that stood between my toes and the fury of the streets, so when my mom and I went shopping for a suit for prom, I also picked up a pair of these, which are probably the flyest shoes I have ever owned.