leave britney alone!

Seriously. Leave her alone.

I worked on the project for Macbeth this weekend. Basically, we had to act out 1-2 scenes. After filming and editing it together, it's pretty good. Granted, we all acted poorly, but it could've been much worse.

Also, this weekend, I organized my entire music library. Every artist, song, and album is neatly arranged in a folder. Ten bucks says my computer crashes in the next few days. Ten bucks says I won't care, though, because I backed up my files! Ten bucks says I lose the drive, though. D:

The Red Sox are kicking ass. I know no one cares about baseball, but I do. And, if things go well tonight, the series is theirs. But I have a feeling that ye olde Rockies will not give up so easily. Screw 'em... I'd like to see the Sox win in Boston anyway.

Cross country is almost over. I'd be running in Sexionals (yes, unorthodox spelling) this Thursday, but thanks to my gimpiness, I haven't run in enough meets to qualify. I've been invited to "tag along," but because I'm such a fag, I don't want to miss school. Seriously, though, I'm missing school Wednesday, so I don't want to miss more.

Anyway, back to the matter at hand-- XC finish. This means... indoor starts. Doubtless my hopes will fall short, I will run terribly, and the team will suck. But still... I am very excited. I've already started to lift (stop laffing plz), seeing as how we do it almost every day in indoor. But one of the reasons I'm excited is because it's actually fun-- cross country is fun in the sense of "omg good times," but I am not goodz at distance running. Indoor is like a fun house filled with nude babes, Lyle Lovett, and LSD.

Yeah, figure that one out.