To Run or Not to Run?

It's a rainy, blustery day here in Palos Heights. I've spent most of the day inside. Since no one else is around I've been playing the heck out of Fallout 3. I've also been "researching" scenes for my upcoming Aesthetics of Cinema presentation. This is more or less an excuse for me to watch The Fellowship of the Ring over and over and over again. Needless to say, it's been a pretty good day.

I just got back from academic advising, where I planned out a schedule for next semester. If all goes according to plan, I'll have five classes on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, but none on Tuesday and Thursday, allowing me time to do homework and catch up on sleep (as well as play endless hours of Fallout). It's going to be fantastic.

I'm starting to lose interest in my screens, though. I've been cramped up inside for too long. I think I might go for a run. Or maybe I'll just make some ramen and hot chocolate and watch The Two Towers. There might be usable information for my project in there. That makes it homework. I like this plan.

We're watching The King's Speech in Cinema tonight. I'm upset, considering I just watched half of it with Sierra. I can't really afford to skip it, however, because I don't remember the second half of the movie. The last time I saw it I was back in Mrs. Bush's speech class as a sophomore. My, how the years have gone by. I remember sitting in that class, bored out of my skull, annoyed by her completely subjective grading system, unable to speak to my classmates because somehow (no matter how deaf she seemed to everyone else) she would hear me every time. I remember forgetting to turn in my exam notes and her making me pinky-promise to throw them out when I got home in order to retain full credit. Like I'd sell those notes to any incoming sophomores. Ha. If I could suffer through it, they could too! I hear it's Bush's last year this year. Dang. Now I feel old. Too bad Jared and Seth will never experience the joy of having her as a teacher *heavy sarcasm*.

The thing is, for as much as I disliked her teaching Mrs. Bush commanded so much respect in my mind. She was always so on fire for God, and everything she did revolved around Him. Her constant stories of her grandchildren were repetitive but nonetheless adorable. Weird how I never realized it until now. Huh.

So. Enough inane chatter for now. It's time for a song! Song for this post: I'm Shipping Up to Boston by the Dropkick Murphys. Great pump-up song for a run like the one I'm desperately trying to convince myself to start. Feel free to share motivation. In the form of a comment. There. I said it.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x-64CaD8GXw

Have a great day, loyal readers! Get out there and get motivated! LEROYYYYYYYYYYY JEENNNNNNNKINSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!

The Road goes ever on and on

Down from the door where it began.

Now far ahead the Road has gone,

And I must follow, if I can,

Pursuing it with eager feet,

Until it joins some larger way

Where many paths and errands meet.

And whither then? I cannot say.