So if you live your life in a three piece suit,
In a cocktail dress, or combat boots
You pick your path and you walk your truth
And the world will come round to you.

Pop the cork, a champagne glass
Raise to the future, drink to the past
Thank the Lord for the friends he cast,
In the play he wrote for you.

Wednesday, March 12, 2003

*laugh*

apparently it's been a while since I've been at the gym...rather, engineering needs a gym of its own. See, there I am hop-stepping up the stairs on my dandy way to see my TA (I was already a few minutes late since my prof ended class a tad late and i had to run for a quick pit stop first...er...hmm...yes.) =) in between the 2nd and 3rd floors, I pass someone who's already out of breath....course, I was thinking 'hmm....3 floors up can't be that bad, can it?'...i get to the third floor and open the door from the stairs only to find that the dude is aiming for the fourth floor....poor guy....then i realized....CRUD. *I'm* out of breath! *sigh*.....need....gym...*hangs head*

oh, and on that note? my TA's running late so i came back down to the first floor to email for a couple minutes.

*hangs head*... yes, that means..more stairs.....

exactly WHEN did i get this out of shape?!

oh. probably for a good decade now. *sigh*

i quit.

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