school. will it never end?

i just finished my first week of school.  i have only 4 classes, which is a record low for me! 
my semester goals:

• get a's in all your classes
• do p90x every day, and if you miss a day, you have to do that day and the next day, or you start over at day 1 again.
• this goal is getting revised. 
• now it is:  get through one entire week of p90stupidx
• or it maybe should be revised as:  get past day 3 of p90patooeyx
• go running at least 3 times a week
• clean your house!  (which is 98% clean right now!  only one more small corner of my living room left!)

i think 4 is enough for now.

from here, randomly

i believe this is how i will be spending my semester.

haiku of the day

maybe i should just

not act like a haiku-er

no way! they're funnnnnnyyy!!!

TFC DAY #8

i discovered a cool place.  so i made my own!  and it's really cooooool!  make your own, if you feel like it!

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of course.  i finally made some friends, and we get sent back to midland. 

of course.  back in midland i made another friend.  who is leaving the next morning. 

on my eighth long, long, very boring day, i am sick of food.  sick of eating out.  sick of all the weirdos who won't talk to anyone other than their own crew.  sick of everything.

on the plus side, booker was finally nice to me.  i almost peed my pants when he actually looked me in the face when he talked to me.  i almost passed out when he made a joke and actually smiled at me.  with his mouth.  full of chew, but still.

the quarters (gold stars) are the amazingness of this photo.  timmy practices stacking quarters on a regular basis all winter, apparantly.

the red arrows are the side note.  side note:  these disgusting things are ALL OVER the place.  i think chewing is one of the cardinal rules of fire fighting (i don't know how i got accepted) and they leave their spit bottles Every. Where.

Barf.

haiku of the day

i have to workout

but i can't get past day 3

man, it's really hard!

house cleaning adventures

aw MAN!!!  i was trying to save this for a few days from now!  but i clicked the wrong button.  now i have to come up with more ideas...

don't look at the [one] [dumb] picture.  just listen.

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i have been in the process for, oh, about 3 weeks, of cleaning my house.  the real kind of clean, where you sweep and mop and throw things away, and make all your closets look pretty.  (closet cleaning is my favorite, and i would only do that if i could get away with it).
today i am 98% finished.  i just have one more corner in my living room left.  there is a lot of recycling and whatnot over there. 

anyways.  i have found some interesting stuff.  my favorite is this quote i found on a sticky in some dark corner of my house.  i don't know if i made it up, or if i just wrote it down, but here is what it said:

i hope the next time you get a double-decker strawberry ice cream cone the ice cream part falls off the cone part and lands in australia.

the end.

it can be turned into
haiku of the day!

i hope the next time
your double-decker falls off,
lands in australia.

TFC DAY #7

another gorgeous one from the horrible tv show.  i keep being glad that i don't have a tv, and then i keep watching bad, addicting tv on the internet.  might have to get rid of internet soon...!

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i. want.  salad.  it was the only thing running through my head.  all day.

the only kind of food this stupid town has is mexican and fast food. 

i am finding how "inefficient" the forest service really is.  although, i don't know if it is actually the forest service, because it's the texas forest service...who really knows. 
the whole time we've been down in stockton, they kept our hotel rooms in midland.
and the whole time we've been down in stockton, they keep bringing in more and more crews, even though the crews that are here are only sitting around.

i went to the pool again for some more pt.  this time it included making some shot crew friends (aka being a traitor to my crew, but who cares?) and drinking beer. 
when i was leaving for the night (midnight - i figured it would be fine, since i would just be sleeping all day the next day) one of them asked if i wanted to "watch a movie".  (i'm guessing that he wanted to "watch a movie", not watch a movie, and i'm pretty sure i'm not wrong.)

me:  uh, nah, i'm not a big movie watcher.
him:  well don't you need some company?
me: no! (voice getting higher and nervouser) i don't really like company that much anyways!  i'm really more the alone, by myself, no one else type.
him:  are you sure?
me:  (higher still - didn't even know it could get that high) very sure!  extremely sure!  in fact, i'm so sure, that if i were any surer, i would....still....be....sure....?
him:  (funny look) huh.  ok.
me:  (still higher)  k bye!  night!  see you guys!  i'm leaving!

i just remembered a conversation i had with those 5 (or so) shot boys:
they were talking about the girl on their crew and how they had no respect for her because she had a "fling" with one of the other guys on their crew last season.  they kept talking about her lack of self-control and professionalism and on and on.
i asked them:  so what about the guy she had a fling with?
them:  what about him?
me:  wellllll. doesn't he lose some respect for having a fling with someone on his crew?
them:  ....blank stares....
oh, the world and their double standards (if that is the phrase i am looking for?).........

view from the ft. stockton fire shop.

isn't it fabulous how much better photos look when they have a border?

TFC DAY #6

the horrible tv show with beautiful music.  again!

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still trapped in my horrible room, of which i am scared to go in the bathroom because it might be breeding giant scary shower bugs.

Lesson #5.  ALWAYS BE FIRE READY
i also failed this one because i napped all day with my shoes off.  ok, ok, and my pants.  but i only told timmy about my shoes...

i broke down and did some pt.  by which i mean i swam around for an hour and talked on the phone for probably 45 minutes of that hour...

the days are getting longer.  and boringer.

lovely view from the lovely engine...