You can make a plan // Carve it into stone // Like a feather falling // It is still unknown

I have poor sleeping habits. That is an understatement, I'm not sure how much of one I'm very bad at collecting a opinion of myself that is not drenched in depreciation. I try to think of it and I can remember that around 9th grade I slept in my first class, the bedtime was around 11:00. Then by 11th grade, or also it's alternate title 'Senioritis: year 3', it went to 1:00 A.M, listening to records all night and catching up with the dreams in English class (the famous 80 min nap still makes me smile) And it seems like each year it has literally gone back 1 hour. I'm only now trying to combat this, it's part of this 'Justin self-improvement program' I'm instituting on myself. I lift weights and do sit-ups every night (+5 points), TRY and eat right (I've discovered Ice Tea, which to probably everyone sounds like "I just discovered this cool new food, it's called bread", -1 point for total sugar though), bought a shirt, shorts and pants (-1 for narcissism but +1 back for genuinely feeling bad about a shopping spree that totaled $70). Might be tough keeping the sleep thing in line with my sexy 75% on test III in Intro to Biz. thus I don't have to go anymore due to that rounding with the previous 2 tests into a B.

After finding out my grade that day, I bid Bidness a (semi-) fond farewell, and after Solitair....I mean Computer Science class I got to go bowling with my cousin Doshi! It was all that and a bag of chips. I told her about 'Shannon' and she said she wished to fight her. She talked about how her internship at the Rose Hill Mental Illness Center was going, which somehow (HA) led to her always original and delightful opinion/stories of my Ma. Also we bowled the single greatest game in our history, I was winning when she got a spare in the 10th frame and when she got 7 we didn't know who won because of the funny animations they throw up there for like 19 minutes, then it showed that I won 136-135. It was dazzling, we printed one for each of us, she beat me more than I beat her overall but that will forever be my bragging right, sort of like the Yankees can always say they've won like 900 more titles than Boston, but Boston has the 0-3 series comeback trump card.

Alright, all hyperbole aside and at the risk of coming off as self-righteous (hey stop laughing...c'mon I'm more opinionated than self-righteous!), putting on make-up while you are driving is a scary thing. Tom, our good lady friend Meghan and me went down to the ballpark and speeding down Woodward/adding eyeliner was frightening. I talked to a girl that started working there that day, she was nice. It was cool to just talk to a lady without all the psycho-pressure and analyzation I run myself through when I see the same person over and over over time; it was just really calm and we talked and laughed. Alas, it wasn't meant to be. I like to think of it as two souls crossing paths at exactly that right moment, not yesterday or 5 years later, and giving each other a small small something, like a cup of hot cocoa, and then continuing on their separate journeys into the unknown. I don't think Isaacs offering her $200 for her free All-Star Game tickets helped it though. Haha.