solitude and edward scissorhand hair

Meems' earlier blog pretty much hit our recent happenings right on the spot. However, considering I have been alone in the apartment for nearly 12 hours now, I thought it was appropriate to update on my personal events for today. My day started early with our team's Spring Golf Photoshoop being taken at Creekside. Not only was it raining as usual, but the wind seemed especially frisky making my individual shot nothing short of a disaster. Not only was my hair whipping around my face, but our coaches insisted that everyone take off their jackets in order to catch our matching golf polos in the shot. Clearly, our coaches are men and do not understand the result of a combination of freezing cold rain, wind, and paper-thin golf shirts. All I can say is awkwardness ensued as I took my individual shot and the boys looked on... in a way, I feel violated and I doubt I'll ever be the same. In other news, our team/individual photos should be up on corban.edu in no time so sports fans keep a look out!

Upon my arrival home from the molestation that was the Corban golf photos, I found that jif was off doing what jif does, and jezzyfizzle had already embarked on her weekend of debauchery in Seattle. That left Meems and I to wrap up Season 3 of the OC, which she so eloquently described as an emotional and heartwrenching event. I now have a hatred in my heart for Russian punks named Voltchezk (sp?). Nevertheless, Season 4 is beckoning and I cannot wait for the hours of pure joy that will result.

Post OC session, Meems had to scuttle off to babysit for her brood of O'Connor cousins- Lord knows there are hundreds of them. All I can say is that I hope she got payed well. After her departure I probably spent (and by spent I mean wasted) about 3 hours in my bed surfing the web as I like to say. But fear not because around 4:00pm I made my way down to the Triple Crown Fitness Facility which includes a treadmill, weight bench, and non-usuable stationary bike. I hopped on the treadmill, flipped on my ipodmini (pink), and began an unsatiable session of speedwalking. I had that puppy cranked up to incline 4, at 4+ miles an hour, and let's just say I was zooming. *Side note: Speed walking is incredibly good for the body and easy on the knees and other joints. And though I enjoy the benefits of this workout, I must say that the Triple Crown treadmill is probably the worst piece of fitness machinery every crafted. This thing cranks out an indescribable amount of static electricity, so while I'm buzzing along, my hair is half-way to the ceiling in a manner that could nearly rival edward scissorhands', and every time I grab the bar to gauge my heartrate I get a shock which is both alarming and obnoxious. And though my mega speedwalk workout was fruitful as always, I am beginning to wonder if it is worth the trauma my body experiences every time my arm grazes the side handles. But seeing as how I am currently a car-less vagabond, transported solely through the welfare of certain roommates, I guess our little fitness center will have to suffice.

Anyway, after the workout I returned to the apartment to clean a bit and eventually whip up a delicious dinner of stir-fried chicken and vegetables. I topped off the meal w/ a salad and skim milk and sat down to watch the enjoyable mel gibson flick, "What Women Want." (circa 2000). In an attempt to spare the long description of the movie, I will just say that men knowing exactly what we think and feel would be very helpful at times, and also creepy. Perhaps if this skill had a on/off switch regulated by me I would approve of it. I wonder what Nick would think? Anywho, after the movie ended around 10:30, I returned to my underbunk cave to create 3 facebook photo albums and write this blog, which I am doing currently.

All in all, this day has been so-so. I've come to the realization that I spend a good 3/4 of my day alone on a regular basis and this can be good and bad. I think I've become anti-social with age, or perhaps it is due to the fact that my friends continue to leave Corban (and me)- which is soon happening again with the departure of Meems. This is going to be a very sad event and yet, I am promising that her going away party is sure to be the party of the year. Just like on My Sweet Sixteen, minus flashy cars and puberty. However, Zack Jackson will most likely be in attendance and for some reason I think it will still be similar.

Well, it's time to sign off. I cannot wait for Jezzy to return home and tell us of her recent conception, or trip... whichever. Goodnight and Godspeed Jezzyfizzle...

-sport