wasting time, wasting energy, jump stars take away my quads, my legs, soreness incarnate. it's late. i have a couple midterms left. i have a team to captain. a tourney to go to. i've got a web page to write. a couple actually. i've got work, and some RAS stuff to do. i've got club sports to think about. money. time = money. money = power. ergo, power=time. or something like that. if a massive astronomical body come between you and this web page, what bends? numerical addresses, no reverse name lookups. randomness. lots of periods today. master of the obvious. new cleats, fit like a glove. will they last a whole year, will they be around longer than my ultimate career? do i hang up the disc after i leave the confines, the comfort zone that is college? pictures were scanned in, instead of studying. new version of eudora instead of studying. room needs to be cleaned. oh, watched party of V tonight. last time was "You're a liar, a thief, and a drunk" which was a while ago. why is television such an escape? never mind. so much study-not! to do tonight.