wanna rest? TOO BAD!

im such a mean guy. i try to be as nice and pleasant and possible, but in certain situations, i can be the most inconsiderate guy in the world. just ask my legs, for instance. today i played ball from 10:00-3:15, totaling 10 full-court games. every time i wanted to stop and just go eat lunch, someone else would ask me to run with them, and i mean, i can't turn them down right? ah well, my legs will make me feel the pain tomorrow.

wow i haven't posted in like, a day. oh em gee. ok j/k. so what's happened in the past day? well yesterday i paid a $500 deposit for a summer study abroad trip to edinburgh, scotland. so if you need me this summer from july 5th to august 5th, im sorry, but i will be in scotland with tina & alan, going commando with a nice plaid skirt and a set of bagpipes.

lalala what else happened yesterday? played ball in the afternoon, met a few new people on the court, attended freshmen seminar, bought groceries at HEB, then went to cbs and listened to a good message about prayer. all in a day's work, eh?

after cbs, i successfully escorted a herd of people out of the building to go eat some pho. hey, that's an accomplishment in itself. anti-loitering act 2004, baby. after getting our food, a few more people eventually crowded into the restaurant as well. it was soon time to end another potential loitering situation, so we left the restaurant, made a quick stop at tapioca house, and returned to jester east 8th floor study lounge for what? SEQUENCE! haha we played up to 15 people, let me roll of everyone's names to see if i can remember: angela, peter, simon, alex, jeremy, simeon, michael, scott, yuen, joe, victor, phil, bea, chris, david, cindy, & me. it was a pretty awesome time of fun and fellowship, with a whole bunch of laughs and also a tadbit of body odor. but it's all good.

what a day.

SORE=GOOD

mok says (12:09:47 AM): work out?
FATSIM0N (12:09:56 AM): whoa
FATSIM0N (12:10:00 AM): naw sorry
FATSIM0N (12:10:04 AM): im about to conk out
mok says (12:10:06 AM): ok
FATSIM0N (12:10:07 AM): ur hardcore
FATSIM0N (12:10:14 AM): working out so late
mok says (12:10:15 AM): you know it.

i have just successfully completed my second straight day of working out. and man, does it feel terrible.

hopefully the soreness will be gone by my next birthday.

PS if you could, please do not do me any bodily harm if you see me around campus because i know you guys care about me and wouldn't want me to be in any additional pain.

PPS i hate steve francis.

PPPS i hate the rockets.

mok says: you wanna ball?
philphil789: nah still gotta read
mok says: ok
philphil789: im gonna ball tomorrow at 7
philphil789: if u wanna come
mok says: am?
philphil789: get myself in shape
philphil789: ya
mok says: wtf
philphil789: u know me
philphil789: im crazy
mok says: whats the girl's name
philphil789: what girls name?
philphil789: hahaha meson?
philphil789: he might come
mok says: oh ok
mok says: sweet
mok says: what about his sister?
philphil789: hahaha no
philphil789: shes not coming
mok says: yeah
philphil789: why are u asking me that
mok says: thats right
philphil789: u should be asking meson
mok says: cuz she's with me
philphil789: why would i care
mok says: true
philphil789: hahaha
philphil789: stupid
mok says: relay this message to meson

ball at 7 in the morning?!? jeez that's crazy. talk about hardcore..

..actually, phil probably just needs the extra practice. yeah that's right, phil. you heard me. you need the practice. notify me when you find your game.

excuse me while i run away and find a good hiding spot.

oh no you DIDN'T.

i was robbed the other night. i should have known someone would take a swipe at my most prized possession. so i was on the basketball court, ballin' it up as usual, when someone on the other team clanks a shot. i jump and grab the rebound and start running the other way. there's only 2 defenders between me and the basket, so naturally, im confident that i can beat both of them. i make a move and split the defenders, sense a third defender coming up to my left, so i spin to my right and make the layup.

i look down at my wrist. i couldn't believe my eyes. those weiners had stolen my urbana wristband, over a simple game of basketball!

ok ok, maybe it wasn't THAT dramatic. and maybe they didn't do it on purpose, but either way, my urbana wristband was torn off my wrist, and now i have no proof of being a delegate at urbana 2003.

ok j/k, maybe im just saying all this because i lost a bet to justine. but then again, im sure justine understands.

so justine, if you're reading this, thanks for understanding.

mok says: hey
mok says: deborah's mp3 player is in our kitchen
mok says: give it back to her sometime
jen nn mo KAKA: okay, if i remember
jen nn mo KAKA: which..i won't.

getting back into the swing of things..

i now fully comprehend the meaning of the word atrophy. as defined by dictionary.com, atrophy is "a wasting away, deterioration, or dimunition."

over the insanely long christmas break (but who's complaining?), i have experienced both muscular and intellectual atrophy. pretty harsh, eh?

well, i haven't worked out in 3 months. and while i haven't lost any weight over the this period of time, and my muscles haven't turned into complete jelly, it was astonishing to me that i have lost a lot of definition. sometimes i wonder if i should even start working out again. i mean, if lifting weights has to be an ongoing process for the rest of my life, why continue now if im only gonna quit later, right?

as far as intellectual atrophy is concerned, im not saying that ive gone completely stupid over the break, but it just feels weird studying again, doesn't it? or is it just me? yes, i am somewhat happy to be back at UT after a 6-week absence, but with classes starting again, i miss the loosey-goosey feeling of winter break, where i could sleep in every day and not have to worry about missing chemistry class.

but anyhow, rest assured, dear friends. in a few short months, i'll be back in tiptop shape, both physically and academically speaking. and hey, just in time for another long break from UT known as summer break. oh, the irony.

as my government professor truthfully stated, "you go to class 30 weeks a year. that leaves 22 weeks. 30 weeks in school, 22 weeks off. what a tough life!"

word.