Today in class, we watched Bridget Jone's Diary to go along with an exerpt we were to read from the book as an example of different styles of writing. All I gotta say is that I think Bridget liked to write the f-word a lot. After that, we had to write a list of things that we think we do to define ourselves in writing (that's a mouth full!!!). I can't think of things that we don't do to define ourselves in our writing except for plagerising (don't even tell me I spelled that wrong cause I know I did). Other than that, I still have to get to that 5 page paper. The rough draft is due Monday, but the cream in my coffee is that the paper is double spaced, so it's more like 2 1/2 pages instead of 5. That's not too shabby!... hold on... I gotta go to the bathroom ... ok I'm back. Where was I. Oh yeah, I was right about to move on to a different subject. Today I've been the opposite of not working hard (that means working hard). I tell you what! I started back working out, and my poor big muscles are killin me! If you aren't familiar with the workout process, there is a little guy that lives in your muscles. His name is lactic acid, but for educational purposes, we will call him Rosco. You see, Rosco moves in to your muscles when you don't use them very much. He's a lazy kind of guy who likes things to be easy-going and predictable, and he likes a soft bed (your muscles). Well, when you go to the gym to work out, and you do all of those repedative exercises with your muscles, this wakes Rosco up. As anyone who is rudly awoke is, Rosco is also very upset. You will feel the results of Rosco soon after you work out. For instance: I went and jogged two miles the other day. My legs had not worked for a while, making them a perfect habitat for Rosco. That night i went to bed out of pure exhaustion. When I awoke to my alarm the next morning, and hopped off the second bunk, I soon found out that Rosco had sabatoged my legs and they proved most useless for landing on a very distant ground, as my face soon found out. I know that now you might be in despair since I have told you this, but Rosco doesn't have to be a permanent resident. You can kick him out if you keep working out! Rosco will go away! That concludes our educational segment for the day. I must now go play raquet ball. Same place, same time! Ta!