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Friday, July 16th, 2004
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10:55 pm
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Ok, so I forgot to put my AIM screen name/e-mail in the last post.
SN: Oi Vey Sammy K
e-mail: OiVeySammyK@hotmail.com
I'm online a lot in the summer, so if you wanna chat, look me up :)
~ Sam
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10:21 pm - Hi :)
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I don't know if people on the team are actually using this blog or not, but I thought I would say hello, just in case anyone reads it.
My name is Samantha Kimbell, and I'm from Jackson, Kentucky. I guess there aren't too many people from around here who go to Dickinson, but that's ok. It'll be nice to meet an entirely new crowd (and a much bigger crowd than the one at my school - we only had 36 students)!!
I didn't decide to come to Dickinson until pretty late, and I didn't decide to run cross country until even later, but hopefully if I keep up on all my running and REX (that's what they're called, right?) and everything, I'll get to come to training camp. If not, I guess there's always next year for that, and I still look forward to coming for the rest of the season.
I do have a question though. Do you guys run mostly 5k's or 6k's, because I've heard that in college you have to run 6k's, and I was wondering if those are much harder. I also would like to finally break 20 minutes in the 5k, so I hope we do at least one of them.
Ok, guess that's all. See you all in August!
~ Sam
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| Wednesday, July 14th, 2004
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2:34 pm - Hello? ::echoechoecho::
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Someone please update me - I'm getting lonely!
Warmest regards,
your journal
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| Saturday, June 26th, 2004
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1:45 pm - Oh, and also,
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1:42 pm - eeeeeeee
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Okok, so at the risk of being dubbed a loser who is living in the past and can't let go of the ol' alma mater, I guess I'm going to make a post on this here cross country journal.
First off, I figured it'd be nice to remind everyone of how to post, in three easy steps.
Step 1: go to http://www.livejournal.com
Step 2: at the top of the page, where it says "username" and "password," type in - you guessed it - your username (reddevilxcwomen) and password (e-mail Andy if you forgot it - y'can't have just anybody that comes along the pike loggin' in and changing things around on here)
Step 3: post (you can do this by clicking on "Update Journal" in the upper left hand corner, or by clicking on the three little dots next to it - so you can add in things like "Current Mood" icons, or "Picture to use," etc.)
Other than that, y'oughtta pick up on things pretty easily, because livejournal is really user-friendly.
That said, everyone's invited to post - incoming freshmen, returning veterans, alumni, whoever! This whole thing was set up last summer to get people talking to each other while they're dispersed throughout the country (or in some cases, throughout the world - according to the IP tracker, somebody from Switzerland was looking at this page not too long ago, and last year Toddd and I were posting all the way from Scotland), about training, summer jobs, and life in general. So yeah, post away!
In this neck of the woods (Charlotte, NC - I'm originally from Pittsburgh, PA), things have been kind of new and awkward. I have a pseudo-job and am looking for another one, and am living in a one-bedroom apartment just off of Rt. 74, in a place called "Woodway Point" (it sounds snootier than it is). As far as running is concerned, I'm just coming back from taking nearly a month off (not counting the two days when I ran 6 miles, right around the time I was visiting Andy and Tom) after a nasty, nasty, recurring case of pneumonia/bronchitis. To give you some idea of how bad it was, the whole thing started on the day of the senior formal, which was May 20th, and I'm still coughing from it (needless to say, it kind of ruined nationals).
So yeah, I just officially started running again Wednesday, and did 10 miles, in typical Callie fashion, trying to come back too fast. I guess it'd be smarter to, oh, I don't know, ease back into it or something... In any case, getting back into shape sure would be great, but in the 90-something-degree heat, it's going to take more effort than I'm used to (I HATE the heat).
But agh, I'm ramblin' on, so I'm going to go try to run now, and leave plenty of room for you guys to get chatting about your own lives - hope this gets the ball rolling!
An avid DCXC fan for life,
- Callie Bradley
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| Thursday, June 24th, 2004
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8:25 pm - Alright....
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Ladies, with all due respect, this LiveJournal is hitting the proverbial wall. I have realized that the only recent activity is an exchange between Thomas J. Rhodes and myself. It began as an interaction between greenbej and Tom, and has degenerated into cheap shots at my Wilson's-disease-ridden Uncle Bill. I suggest that one of the upstanding members of women's DCXC take the helm and post. It doesn't have to be earth-shattering, but please, there is only so much Gershon-related dialogue that can be endured.
Cordially,
Andrew B. Elkan
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| Tuesday, June 22nd, 2004
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4:01 pm - This many people have been to this page (since this entry was posted):
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| Sunday, August 24th, 2003
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8:51 pm - Attention
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The return of a one proverbial teacup is requested on behalf of a one Jamie Greenberg. Whomsoever is in posession of this novelty item (Tham? Tham Rhodes?), please sign and return.
-Jamie
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| Friday, August 22nd, 2003
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6:35 pm - Hey, how 'bout some training camp posts?
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Comments? Constructive criticisms? Nuggets of hilarity, if you please? We're all anxiously awaiting them!
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| Tuesday, August 19th, 2003
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3:41 am - Those were the days...
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The days of last week, that is (Thursday, August 7th to Monday, August 10th, 2003, to be exact), as they were alluded to in the previous post by a one Andrew B. Elkan. Anywho, this lively little chunk of the dog days of summer, aptly dubbed The Ozz Coast Tour, officially began on the evening of Wednesday, August the 6th, at the commencement of my long trek from Keystone State Park to 123 Renaissance Dr., Cherry Hill, NJ. It was a harrowing 299.7-mile drive, which I would have completed without stopping, had I not been ordered to pull over by a one Robert M. Elkan, when I called and asked him for directions from the Turnpike to the Hill (forgot to check the ol’ Mapquest before I left – luckily at least one of the Elkan clan members was a’home when I rang). After writing down (on a Sunoco receipt) what RME had dictated, I set off for the home stretch, taking a slight detour through downtown Philly, and ending up at the Elkan residence at a crisp 12:15 AM. A few pleasantries and slices of reheated gourmet pizza later, I retired to the vacant room of a one Madeleine Don’tKnowTheMiddleInitial Elkan (she was away from home, working at a one Camp Louise), positively exhausted.
I awoke the following morning to what I thought would be an empty house, but instead, I was greeted by a one Barbara Elkan and son, young Joshua. We exchanged cordial hellos and I indulged in some Life cereal, before heading over to Stockton Elementary School to visit Andy’s place of work: the atrocity that is Morning Fun Arts and Crafts Camp. Here, I was graced by the famed presences of a one Subin Park, Billy Groble, Nico Somethingorother, Yannis Somethingelseorother, and a few other celebrities. I was simply delighted by the ghastly verbal and physical abuse that took place between counselors and children, and a splendid time was had by all.
Afterward, Sir Elkan and I returned to his humble abode and ate some high-class hoagies, before whisking ourselves away on a quest for black hair dye for OzzFest. After several grocery stores, and a run in with the world renowned Bubbie Elkan (who warned us numerous times to, “Stay alert” in Camden, her hometown), we finally settled on a 6-12 wash dye known as Natural Black, falling under the Clairol Loving Care ™ genre. A 35-minute dyeing fiasco ensued, and we successfully managed to cover the second floor Elkan bathroom (and most of our upper bodies) with a thick coating of black goo. We frantically cleaned the bathroom and scurried to rinse out the dye, only to discover that most of it came out COMPLETELY, and that our hair had turned out only HALF as black as we’d expected to have it. Infuriated, Andy took a handful of the remaining dye and slathered it back into his matted mane, and left it there for the remainder of the evening, just for spite. We hurriedly donned our fake-gothic attire and ran out the door, however, not without mama and papa Elkan stopping us to take a few pictures.
Needless to say, after sitting in 30 minutes of traffic and moving only 800 meters, we arrived at the main stage show a little later than planned, missing all of Chevelle’s little ditties (but according to a one Tomás J. Rhodes, we hadn’t missed much, anyway). We DID get to see Disturbed and Marilyn Manson, before slithering out to the concession area and wasting 8 bucks on the most pathetic pizza you ever did see. It was during this intermission that Andy made his first attempt at reeling in one of the yokels with his, “I can’t wait ‘til Ozzy comes on, man. I can’t fuckin’ wait!” line. It sort of worked, in that lackluster, crap-this-yokel-is-drunk kind of way, but Andy decided to save up his second attempt for a more desirable audience.
We returned to the beloved Tweeter Center Lawn just in time for the beginning of KoRn’s set, during which the rain began, reminding young Andrew of how temporary his hair dye really was… In any case, things finally started getting rowdy and fun, and we jumped around and head-banged, and Andy frightened people with the dye trickling menacingly down his face, looking like he was mangled in a vicious mosh pit. We also bore witness to the funniest 40-year-old rock-and-roll guys we could’ve ever imagined. Picture this: two middle-aged, drunk males, dressed up in tight jeans and bandannas, one wearing a haggard black T-shirt and one going au naturale from the waist up, doing this punching-their-fists-together-and-yelling-“This is so fuckin’ cool!”-and-then-half-hugging ritual, at least every five minutes. These guys must have been faithful concertgoers for the past 30 years, and they loved every minute of it! We got a good laugh out of this, and of course, shamelessly imitated them right behind their backs. Andy also commented that these would be the perfect guys to utilize for his second attempt at the, “I can’t wait ‘til Ozzy…” line, and that he’d do it at the post-KoRn intermission, but sadly, the guys moved further up in the crowd by that time.
So yeah, KoRn finished up, and the seemingly endless lull before the OzzMan’s segment began. We decided to move up closer to the stage, and ended up next to this fat guy and a couple that was completely obsessed with PDA, but we didn’t care. Ozzy was just minutes away.
Finally, he appeared onstage and the crowd went wild. He played all the classics, all the hits, and then some (we really wished we could’ve had lighters for Mr. Crowley, but sometimes, you just can’t have it all). The man played for an hour and a half straight, at least, and he was on key the whole time! He jumped up and down like a frog, shuffle-ran back and forth across the stage, dumped water on the crowd, shouted obscenities, constantly exhorted the people to scream louder, and even mooned us, burning at least 4000 calories throughout the entire process. I mean, he really did a bang-up job, and even remained coherent for the entirety of the show, making me wonder if he really just acts silly on that MTV program, because he thinks it’s funnier that way. It was worth every penny.
The next day (Friday, August 8th), I had the pleasure of running with a one Stanley Cooper (a miserable old man who I think hated me), and then accompanying Andy for the full three-hour stint at Morning Fun. This time, I got to play a makeshift ball-game with some of the kids who had boycotted kickball, and fell under the charms of a one young Michael DeGroot, the best 5-year-old ever. Later that day, we met up with a young Thomas J. and headed eastward to historic Wildwood New Jersey, for a weekend of fun and revelry. Adventure #1 was finding a hotel room. Seeing as it was a Friday night, and the weather was beautiful, vacancies were difficult to come by, to say the least, and the few that we found were for families and married couples only, which none of us happened to be. So, we screamed, schemed, and racked our brains for a solution, coming up with, “Let’s just drive around and find a room first, then Callie and Andy have to pretend to be newlyweds, and Tom can be their illegitimate son.” However, we soon scrapped the idea, seeing as the son would be 14 days older than the father, and that we were not very convincing on the whole. New plan: just find a room, hide Tom, and sneak him in later. This actually worked, and we scored a shady li’l hole in the wall at the Surf Lane Motel, for a thrifty $230 two-night, two-person stay ::sarcasticface::.
We spent that evening walking on the boardwalk (although Tom ran for 25 minutes of it), eating cheap pizza, getting duped by game-sharks, riding expensive rides, and staging fake wrestling matches on this little Astroturf-covered stage we’d found (before getting thrown off of it by security). Still in a wrestling mood, we went back to the room and pushed the beds together, creating a giant, padded ring, which was quite conducive to any fancy pro-wrestling move we could fathom. Next, sleep.
Saturday, Tom gave us all a run for our money on the Wildwood beach. You see, he was to run for 20 minutes, and Andy and I were to do at least 42, so Tom took us out at 6:00 pace until he turned around at the 10-minute mark. Sir Elkan and myself pretty much slacked back to 7:10 pace after that one. Hats off to you, Tom. We then went back to the boardwalk to do some more hardcore unhealthy eating, ride-riding (oh that Nor-Easter), and wrestling. This time, some other kids joined in on the match, and it lasted a good 20 minutes, before we were once again ousted from our stage by the very same security guard who had shooed us away the previous evening. Somewhere in there, Andy and I went back to the hotel room to grab some warmer clothes for the three of us (Tom had to hide in the car), when we decided that it would be a fun idea to stage a fake domestic disturbance in the hotel room – you know, just to stir things up a bit. So, we did. We screamed and yelled, hit the walls a few times, following each blow with some remark like, “Ohhh, you broke my nose!” or, “Aghhh! I’ll never walk again!” then calmly walked back out of the room. It was great, except that we thought that the hotel owner might have called the cops on us, and got kind of paranoid when we saw the Wildwood Police lights flashing just a few hundred yards down the road. Thankfully, they weren’t headed for the Surf Lane.
We spent our last night at that seedy joint staying up way too late, and headed out in the AM, motoring back over to Cherry Hill for Tomapalooza supplies. I intended to make my way back to the greater Pittsburgh area that Sunday afternoon, but the fellows managed to coerce me into staying just one more night in the East, at the currently-unoccupied Rhodes residence (which I fondly refer to as the Rhodehouse, at least in my mind). More revelry followed, though it was quieter this time, because we had to mind the neighbors. However, it was still a great way to kick off Tom’s festival: a Sunday night, with a houseful of good company – i.e. the trinity of Tom, Andy, and myself, along with a one Greg Vogt, who happens to be an Aries.
I haven’t the foggiest notion of how I made it back alive on Monday morning, much less, how I got to work on time. Note to self: never again drive 5.5 hours across the state of Pennsylvania on nothing but 2.5 hours of sleep (combined over the past two days), and a soggy Power Bar, and then proceed to work for 8 hours straight, and run 10 or so miles after work. I mean, Bubbie Elkan would really frown on that sort of thing – makes it hard to keep alert.
P.s. Sorry, Andy – I know I probably misspelled dang near 90% of the Morning Funners’ names!
CB
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| Thursday, August 7th, 2003
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10:28 pm - Tomapalooza
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Greetings ladies and gents,
Its your friend Thomas J. Rhodes here. I am writing this entry to inform you of your opportunity to experience something truly unique. This opportunity of which i speak, is the first annual Tomapalooza Festival of The Arts. Thanks to the foolishness of my parents, I will be left unattended for upwards of 5 days. Rather than be mature about things, I have decided that this is my chance to have dozens of my friends chill in my empty house, relax, and come and go as they please. Any person willing to make the trip to the greater Willow Grove Metropolitan Area is cordially invited to Tomapolooza 2003. Running from Sunday August 10th to the following Friday, Tomapalooza promises to attract huge attention from my friends, family, and possibly my local police force. Whatever the case, a good time is sure to be had by all who attend. Those who wish to stay overnight are encouraged to do so. There are plenty of couches, beds, and empty floor space that can be utilized by the masses. So if you have nothing to do, take a jaunt out to The Grove for Tomapalooza 2003. Lets make this a reality people.
-Thomas J.
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| Wednesday, August 6th, 2003
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1:45 am - Idea!
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Ok, this one goes out to all you guys (and girls - though I haven't heard that there are any) who have been prohibited from returning to training camp this year - there is still hope! Alright, so maybe you won't get to move into YOUR room on Wednesday, August the 20th, but there's no reason why you can't move into someone ELSE's place for the time being - you know, as a "guest". I mean, I've got a ton of space over there in Goodyear, just waiting to be occupied until the official Dickinson move-in date. Y'just have to be willing to re-move your stuff when the time comes. This way, you can still be on campus, meet the new members of the team, enjoy a few dinners in the caf (surely we can flex you in or something, or maybe we can go to McDonald's), and have a roof over your head to boot! Plus, you can organize some nice "non-team" practices with fellow non-returnees, so you can still have a group to train with - they say it boosts morale and all that crap. It could very well turn out to be a barrel of monkeys. So whatdya say, fellows?
CMB
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| Tuesday, August 5th, 2003
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Hi everyone, This is JoAnna from Boston, a freshman coming to DC in (let me check) fourteen days. I would just like to say, i am officially scared. I can't wait to meet you all. But I must admit, training camp seems a little daunting. So there, I said it. It's been a long summer, full of injuries, muscle aches, and hot hot hot weather. I'm just hoping it'll all turn out well. And i promise, my next entry will not be such a downer.
Go Hard big Red
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| Monday, August 4th, 2003
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8:32 pm - NO NO NO!
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THAT, friends, is my response to the previous two posts, plus J-Bar's. This kind of injustice simply cannot stand. You fellows are tireless, dedicated, upstanding members of the Dickinson running community, and I refuse to stay here at my computer in North Hunterdon and take this sitting down (except, maybe I will, because standing at the desk while it's at waist-level is just unethical). Believe you me, that Coach Donald J. Nichter Esq. is going to get a right-scathing e-mail about this one (or, I'm gonna ask him if there was some sort of clerical error). You guys deserve to make the cut, and dangblast it, maybe you will after all! Let's just hope there was some sort of mixup in the paperwork!
Powers that be, MY EYE - dagummed US Postal Service...
CB
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| Sunday, August 3rd, 2003
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3:50 pm - Costa Rica, here i come...
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yes, that's right. in slightly more than 24 hours, i will be in south america, bumming around beaches and volcanos y las selvas at the eee-qua-tor. ? i'm excited, although not for the flight. but nothing bad can happen, i have to get there and back in one peice because i'll have so many stories that i simply MUST share with everyone. :) can't wait to see everyone, (after lifeguarding inside all summer, i might finally get TAN!) hahaha, emily
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| Thursday, July 24th, 2003
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10:44 am - 4 hours and 10 minutes left of work, sigh
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Hey everyone, it's Jamie...so is anyone going to that athletic open house thing at Dickinson tomorrow? I want to see some of you guys, I miss you all!
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| Wednesday, July 23rd, 2003
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10:55 pm - Hot Hot Hot!
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That's what Washington DC is these days! So I'm down here in our nation's capital for a spell, and I decide to give Coach Nichter a call, since he was concerned about my training, and he told me to lay off the volume this week. I figure, "Hey, that's not the worst thing that could happen," and decide that running 8 miles per day for 7 days would be a nice respite from the monotony that is, well, all the other weeks.
Boy was I wrong! 8 miles is not nearly so easy when it's 95 degrees out, and you're used to 60 :o ::squeak::! Yesterday, I had to stop at a grocery store about 3/5 of the way through the run, to douse myself with ice-cold refreshment at the ladies' room water fountain (and just my luck, one of the managers walked by as I was making a fairly sizeable puddle on the floor, and he laughed), in order to continue. I finished in a respectable enough amount of time, and figured that the worst of the heat was over. Wrong again.
Today, I made my way over to the corner of 24th and L streets to meet with a one Elliott Peterson (known to some as petersoe@dickinson.edu), for a short visit and yet another run. Well, not only did he basically kick my proverbial behind, but I also suffered from another bout of heat exhaustion and asthma (as a result of my inhaler conveniently running out of metered inhalations TODAY), not to mention hunger (ain't much to eat down here when you're po').
In any case, I survived, and tip my hat to ol' petersoe, because even though he'd technically be the "fat man" on the xc team (if he were actually on it), he could still beat me in a 5k. Maybe.
CB
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| Monday, July 21st, 2003
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1:55 pm - Caitlin McMullin here
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Hey guys, I just wanted to post to let you all know that I've decided not to run cross country this year :(. I've been training hard all summer, but I continue to have a lot of trouble with my asthma despite the fact that I take all 40,000 of my inhalers and drugs. I was hoping to be able to get over that problem this year, but it looks as if I'm going to have to deal with the fact that I have asthma and I'm not going to be where I was in high school. I've been struggling for awhile with whether or not to just run through the whole not-being-able-to-breathe issue because I love xc and I love all you guys, but I just don't think I can do it. I've decided instead to run the Harrisburg marathon on November 9th. To those of you that don't know, I was training for the DC marathon all last winter/spring but the dang thing got cancelled 3 days beforehand. So I'm gonna try again. So that's that, I hope you all are training hard and hope y'all the best during the season!
Caitlin
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| Friday, July 18th, 2003
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11:41 pm - Phew!
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Wow, thanks Emily, for saving me from the depths of journal-hoggingness. :P I'm actually now thinkin' about picking up a copy of Little Women from the local library and re-reading it...
Back here on the homefront, things are a little, well, bruised and broken (and by "things," I mean, "my hands"). Why, you ask? Well, it all started when I developed this peculiar, mildly-violent side, a side of me that says, "Hey, don't you want to just punch that kid in the face for making fun of you?" This week, in particular, that side decided to tell me, "Hey, get a punching bag already, you horseface!" So, of course, I obliged, and proceeded to box the night away, until realizing that my hands, arms, and shoulders were all kinda sore, and I could no longer move my fingers. I took this as the signal to stop. However, I think this is a turning point for the "Dark Side of Callie Bradley." I mean, after the swelling goes down, I might just have to go for that super-hyper-featherweight world title, provided that I go and create that weight-class, first.
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| Thursday, July 17th, 2003
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6:26 pm - EmilyH, only to appease Callie :)
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excitement? what excitement? where?
anyway, is phil's middle name really "thistle"? that's kind of odd...of course, my middle name is "jo", which i never really liked until i read little women. then i liked it, because everyone knows that jo is the best of teh 4 sisters. and she starts a utopian school, which is just way cool...plus, the movie is really good (ah, i just break down into tears EVERY TIME beth dies) and even though it's winona ryder who plays jo, she does a more than adequate job if you ask me.
but enough about little women. i'm reading a really good book right now: the mistress of spices. all about magic and well, spices. highly entertaining. oh yeah, and uh, i've been running some, too:)
i bet you all are envious of my summer excitement now, aren't you? hehehehe...hope this suffices, callie (please don't leave our livejournal!!!) peace out y'all.
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