Winding down January 21, 2011

     So, here I am, starting a blog. This would be a great way for me to talk about my day in case anyone wanted to know. It's been a while since I've gotten to see my friends up in Flagstaff, so it would be great to keep them updated on what I've been up to. I feel like I made some great friends up in Flag. I miss them, especially Jessi.

     The moon was extremely large this morning. I took time in the car to admire it fondly. My mom seemed to notice too.

     I got to school a bit late and rushed out the door, not completely finishing my morning tasks. Sure enough, the cat litter will be there when I returned later today. I took the elevator to math even though I'm usually pretty afraid of elevators. I got into my math class twenty minutes late because of a time misread. She didn't seem to mind at all, so I didn't get dropped and I'm really starting to settle into classes! In any case, I sat next to my old Cold Stone co worker Juan Estrella who I haven't seen in a while. It was refreshing.

     My math class is extremely boring and there is a LOT of homework assigned. Even though the homework isn't mandatory, I plan to do it all and pass the class with flying colors. Super Student Brendan Thing time.

     In my downtime before swim, since my classes mostly happen on Tuesdays and Thursdays, I organized a lot of my poetry. I still have a ways to go, but it was nice to clear up some desktop space and some folders. Now I have most of it on just one document. Others have to be transferred from notes I've scattered in my Ipod and notepads. In the library, I think I listened to a song called "Haus am See" at least four or five times. I may not understand it, but it sounds wonderful.
     I walked to practice when it became time, blasting The Format and FUN. I seem to end up singing them all the time nowadays. 

     Right before we got in the pool, I took Sudoku puzzle out and played. I soon realized that I like it despite how much difficulty I was having on a medium difficulty. Practice was fine, just nothing special drills. Snickers was trying to get me to false start in diving by whispering "go" to me, but instead it worked on the guy next to me. It was especially funny because he false started just before that.

     After practice I got to meet Snix's girlfriend. She's nice. In the car, I remembered Peppertree exists, so when we got close I yelled it, convincing them that we should go. I walked up to the counter and asked if they had nectarines. The guy asked "what," like I was speaking another language. I asked again only to get the same response. In one final effort, I asked if a nectarine shake was possible. With the same response I told him never mind. To pester him a little more, I asked him that if I got a shake with a waffle cone, would they pour the shake in or just jam the cup into the cone awkwardly. He didn't seem to like that so I just got a peach shake.

     I heard that someone crashed into Jessi today. I hope she gets better soon. The word concussion scares me no matter how mild. Doctor Mogk will surely handle it very well.

     Now I've been winding down, gathering items, unpacking, eating dinner, organizing poetry, and writing this blog. All of which have been happening as I lay on my bed comfortably. In the process, I think I just had the best macaroni I've ever had. Happy Friday.