Tuesday, November 06, 2007
did 100 grandstands just the other day. was supposed to do 200. AND I COULD HAVE. ... if it wasnt for the headache that followed the first hundred. XD i guess i shouldn't have pushed too hard for the first set. must've sucked up whatever sugar i had at the time in my body. funny though. i really felt VERY good. there wasn't any strain in my body after a time. my legs were extremely light, and my breathing even. if it wasn't for the headache, or after some self-reflection, my possible lack of mental strength, i could have done the next 100. this just means i need to come up with more ways to keep myself going. red bull? caffiene packs? i think i'm endangering my health. is it worth it? perhaps so. i place my friends above all else. so... this shouldn't be a problem. only thing is, how to keep my body from failing as well as keep my friends from worrying when all my strength is spent? thinking is required.
ah. and i think tommorrow is the checking for the medic packs. ... i'm in trouble. don't know the medic list, and i only have the minimal amount in my medic pack. shucks. this is another example of my lack of initiative. ... o.O" needs fixing.
i'm really addicted to all these wiki variations. honestly. wikipedia is the most well known. wiki halo and wookiepedia are fantastic. but i think my personal fave would be wiki quote. hoo yeah. awesomely inspirational and thought provoking stuff.
poems? maybe i shall write one. i've got stuff inside me right now.
in this golden glade,
of evergreens,
a gentle wind flows.
riding along the swaying of leaves,
sprinting along the blades of grass.
the heavens are revealed in an instant,
lit by brother Moon.
his silver halo expands across
round his pockmarked face.
the night is complete.
above the crowns of the oak,
far past the weathered browns,
in the dark places unknown.
deep regions.
untreaded.
there lie secrets.
unwholesome.
unclean.
raw and wrathful.
filled with a blind hate for all things.
and as Time spins the Earth around her girdle,
such as a small child might.
Change sprouts like weeds in spring,
like full-bodied roses,
in fertile beds.
where there is now peace,
unrest fast approaches,
soaring on the wings of change.
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