i guess the best news of the day today was that i'm done most of my classes. all i have left is one math class tomorrow, and then it's study time... i'm a little worried about that because with all that free time, it will be hard for me to dedicate any of it to studies, but i'll try my best. in other news, we got back to the ab workout tonight. last week i was sick so i couldn't really do it, but this week i feel as fit as a slightly congested fiddle. it was strange though. i just couldn't help thinkin about coach morris. it was the first time i've worked out since he died, and he taught me every thing i know about working out. but now i'm teaching others. i just remember the way he counted out the repetitions as if he enjoyed watching us squirm. i don't really blame him. it was a pretty funny sight. it's bed time now though, and i really need to get some rest. i think that's been one of my problems lately... oh well... later y'all

today has been a great day. i woke up 20 minutes before church and i still got there on time, and after church they had a free bar-b-q. that, i must say, was quite a step up from the caf's sunday lunch food. they usually just server breakfast and cold pizza, which i'm not very fond of. i had a right mind to be constructive today too, which is very rare. i gave myself a list of things to do, and i actually did it. see, first i wanted to get my english completely done. i had that paper on the rhetoric of Seinfeld due tuesday, and so i finished it. then i looked through all of my english papers and found everything that i needed for my portfolio which is also due tuesday, and then i typed a 1 1/2 page paper on my reflection of the class and my progress. that was pretty much everything i needed to do. i'm not totaly in the clear though, cause i have to do a presentation on my paper tomorrow, but i'm not too worried. i don't really prepare for that kind of stuff cause if i'm interested in it, and i did all my work, then i don't really have a problem talking about it. as for my other classes, i'm not too worried. i think rectech might be a little tough, religion will be a breeze, but math is what is going to make me sweat extra hard this week. i really need to do well on this math exam to pass the class. the sad thing is that it's pass fail, and i'm still getting through by the skin of my teeth. i've just never been skilled at math. i've always depended on other means of solving my problems. so far, they've served me pretty well, but i must succeede. just a little bit ago, i had a great jam session outside. sure it was 31 degrees, but i just love playing loud outside by myself. i love to be able to sing when no one else can hear me cause i really just sing my heart out, but it was very refreshing. i also talked to brian online today. it is very rare that i get that opportunity, but his big news was that he bought some jeans. i'm excited to see him in some cause all the years i've known him, i've never seen him wear jeans! i don't know.i just think that's amazing. the only real thing wrong with tonight though, is the fact that i'm still up. it's 2:31am (never pay attention to the publishing time that the server gives, cause it's never right) and i have an eight o'clock class tomorrow. i'll probably find some time to take a nap tomorrow though. i'm sure i'll live. as for health, i feel worlds better. i still have a sniffle here and there, but i'll be alright. i suppose that i should fill you in on the most exciting news around the hall though... would you like that? okay then... i'll tell you. the big thing now is mouse hunting. see, the weather has gotten very cold and the little mice seek warmth and food. well, what better place to seek both than in a male dorm... the other night, i couldn't get to sleep cause aaron and superkev had a mouse in their room. they were making such a racket that i finally got up to check things out and what i found was them gloating over the body of a dead mouse. that was the start of it all. that was the night that josh funder was dubbed the name "fundercat" cause the mouse came from his room. the next night, burly mike brought a mouse into aaron and superkev's room that he caught in a bag of moldy bread. i thought it was ultra cool, so i started poking that mouse with my finger, and it managed to find a hole to leap out of into their room. needless to say, they were a little ticked cause they had to move all of their furnature to find it. burly mike and i decided to lend a hand by going to super walmart to get some mouse traps, so at 2am, off we went. we got back, set the traps, and went to bed. the next day, no mice... but last night, one was vanquished. now i have one in my room... fundercat had another one come out of his and run into the storage closet down the hall, so i put one in there too. i hope to find another dead mouse to add to the pile tomorrow, cause that would just be fun... till next time... bye bye.

hello my fans, sorry i haven't been loyal to my journal lately. it has been a week of much stress, complications, and trials, not just acedemically, but spanning through many different aspects. first off, yeah, academics have been quite difficult. i've got a week to get ready to end all of my classes. i suppose i have it much easier than many students, but it is still more work than i am comfortable with. on top of that, i was fighting the flu that my lovely sister had spread to me over break... well... the flu has won and i am in dire conditions right now. the thing that stinks about that is i still have to attend my classes due to attendance policy. finally, i have had to deal with a death of someone who i was pretty close to. my weight training coach, Coach Morris, died yesterday morning at 11:38 eastern time. i had him for three years, two of which he was fighting cancer. he always pushed me past my limits, and believed in my physical ability. most of my life people have said "you're too small to do this." or "too skinny to do that.", but he didn't see things that way. i remember asking him my first year to bust my tail cause i was tired of being a weakling. he looked at me and smiled and said, "don't you worry about that. i'll take care of you." and he did. i ended up being one of the most powerful guys in my class. (power, not strenght... power is a ratio of weight lifted compared to body weight). he also called me (in a corny way) his stallion cause i became one of the fastest and most enduring runner in the class. when i first got in there, i couldn't bench 65lbs and i couldn't do even one pull up. on my last day, i was able to bench press my body weight and do 10 one armed pull ups. he gave me confidence in my appearance, and taught me to press on through my breaking point. i remember praying with him one day that his pain would be releived. i suppose it was, or maybe he was just glad that someone cared, cause the next day he came in and was in much better weather. it's strange though that he passed so quickly. i had him less than six months ago and he seemed like he was recovering quickly. i will miss him greatly. death is a bizzare thing for me. i don't quite know how i should feel, and that is a very strange feeling in itself. i guess that's all i have to say. i'll try to keep more updated, but right now i can make no promises.