Gahhhhhh, I have a test, so why am I not tired and sleeping? Either I'm in some euphoria, or my inner clock has been completely thrown off by being up late thinking the last 2 nights... I will need to get a large coffee, because I'm waling into this in 4 hours of sleep.

Reminds of of the PSATs back on high school, although hopefully I go in operating on more than an hour and a half! Concerts are NOT the best idea... but I still scored in the 1300s, no books opened (to my mom's chagrin)! Ha! Who knows, maybe I could have pulled off National Merit, but I really did not care about school. Useless drivel, that was my opinion of it.

On another note aside from my wondering how I do well on these with my terrible habits pre-test.. I'm in Bridgeport. I think you figured that out last entry. After Al and I settled into room 704 (which is actually on the seventh floor, unlike the Syracuse hotel where for some crackpot reason the 700s are in the boonies region of the basement!) Room's not bad, but God forbid there's a fire... there's no stairs to the first floor! I kid you not. They end at the second. Are we supposed to jump out a second-story window onto that street or something? Furthermore, the ice machines are rather peculiar. The simple act of procuring ice involves not just pushing a button, but turning a few levers- and the one on my floor does not work. Thank heavens the third floor one does, because I do not want to suffer tomorrow for today's "sprinting" as the drunkards at this bar I passed called it.

Why oh why do people make comments to female runners anyway? It. Really. Irrates. Me.

That's putting it lightly.There's also constant lectures about "safety precautions" that I can recite by heart and have heard about five quadrillion times. See, I've heard them all before, it's just a question of whether I'm so intimidated it keeps me too frightened to run certain places or certain times. It does not. Granted, I definitely keep my guard up at night and skirt around any areas that set off alarm bells in my intuition.

I can't help wondering if I'd have to constantly listen to all of that if I were a guy... sometimes I really cannot stand being a woman. It's annoying when people assume I can't handle my own luggage that apparently weighs more than me... well, I'm much stronger than I apparently look folks!

My laptops uploading photos from my graduation party to facebook very slowly. Have I finally wigged it out with uploading too much music? I may need to consider an external hard drive yet, as Bethany speculated over needing for her own laptop. That would be ideal.. then we could swap and have twice the amount! After that, naturally, I would erase the duplicates.

Erg... I'd like to know what sick bastard decided to place a mirror at the desk... I do NOT like my reflection =/ Oversized noes and chest, uneven skin tone, dry patches, overoiliness and acne... and looking much fatter than I used to. Erg... I could only imagine how much faster I'd have run tonight if those 20 added pounds were gone.

Why was my coach such an unpleasant, apathetic character? Why was it me who was constantly getting injured,especially my personal favorite- that one that made me unable to do anything remotely like running for over 6 months, when I'd already dealt with being out a whole season for ITBS as a freshman... not to mention senior year of high school..? Indeed, my luck is either really good or pretty terrible.


*sigh* Still not tired. Tell m I am NOT going to have to take Benadryl even though I have no allergy symptoms today just to make myself sleep.

However, with my luck it won't work until it is time to take the exam =/

I was going to include a grand finale involving the rather raucous shenanigans of my friends and I at my graduation party! One of those "I know, I know... how old are we again? Hehhehheh..." videos. However, either the internet, laptop, or both are woefully slow. Oh well.. I'll just lie awake until I fall asleep...