13:27:11

Awake at 6:30am with no alarm is a strange thing. The night before I changed my alarms from 7am to 9am saying I wouldn’t start running yet; thinking my 2am bed time would seal this deal. But yet I was awake. Realizing Ashley wouldn’t be calling for at least another three hours I decided I was running today. Just to the bus station and back, about a mile. I got dressed. I kept the same boxers and big red sleep shirt on but covered them with gray sweat pants almost too short and a very loose pale sea-foam green zip up hoodie.
I ascended up the stairs to eat some yogurt; I needed something or my weak stomach would vomit from lack of nutrition. My battle scarred skate shoes fit awkwardly for a run. Once in line for a rave someone asked me how I got my shoes so thrashed. I replied half-joking with my friends, “I walk hard.” I said my good-byes to my mom and my dog. She said she’d probably be gone when I got back. I’m not sure if she thought I was going for a long run or if running a mile would take me that long.
I descended down my monster hill which my friends hate walking, I usually tell them, “Try it everyday.” My ankles winced with slight pain knowing what I was about to do. I found no good music to blast as in my ear buds to motivate my running; I settled with Pinback but changed it many times during my adventure. I crossed the street starting the stop watch on my cell phone and a steady jog. I made it to the corner where Bean Creek and Blue Bonnet meet before having to rest a bit with a slow stride down the beginning of a subtle hill. My lungs were a flame and twitching with shards of glass. I always blamed a case of namonia and bronchitis I had in the 6th grade for my bad lungs. For the first time I accepted I’m really just out of shape. Sure I had lung damage from my 6th grade sickness, health nuts might also argue some slight damage from smoking (not that I believe I’ve smoked enough of anything for that), and sure I’d sprained my ankles about 6 times throughout JR. High but I’m also over weight and never very athletic.
I thought of all this as I slowed down to a slow stride again reaching the bus station sign. I reached to check my time but as I feared, my cell phone had fallen out of my pocket. I started back looking for the $400 dollars I had essentially dropped. I found it close to a drain with some slight superficial damage to a corner, still it working condition thankfully. I stopped the time it was still running and debated finishing my run. I walked back to the sign and started again at full speed. I reached my half way point to stop my time and to catch my breath. My lungs hurt and I spit everywhere. I went into the bathroom and swished some water in my mouth knowing better than to drink the tap in this part of the county.
I started both my jogging pace and time reaching the bottom of the subtle hill where I started the rest of the way home with a walk. I was slightly defeated. It started to mist up a bit witch I thought was slightly metaphoric in more ways than one. A quarter ways up my hill I realized I hadn’t stopped my timer. 13 minutes, 27 seconds, 11 milliseconds. Considering every mile I ever recorded was 20 minutes with no effort put forth I was somewhat happy. And I could honestly knock off about 2 minutes of my time from having to retrieve my phone and walking up my hill.
At home my mom was still home and I went into my room to undress and lay in bed with my dog that cuddled up with me apathetically. I was in pain, my lungs and throat for the most part; my ankles were thankful but I wasn’t. I coughed harshly like I was trying to get rid of any namonia that was somehow still left in my lungs. I said goodbye to my mom and dog and hopped in the shower. I decided I’d stick to the elliptically machine upstairs and lifting weights.
I had no reason to run; I didn’t even plan on it. It wasn’t to get into shape because after 3 minutes of running I knew I wouldn’t be doing it again for awhile unless needed; those days of running from cops are behind me for the most part though. I wasn’t doing it for Ashley, the girl who I’ll start seeing when she comes back to town in two weeks. The last time she saw me I was visibly heavier and she thought I was cute then so I had nothing to really worry about there; besides the normal teenage worrying that is. I did it for me. I wanted it so I did it. It’s a nice feeling.

Blog Overhaul

With my work starting on other sites I decided to clean up my blog of trivial and things that should've belonged on my twitter. *cough* www.twitter.com/tullygibney *cough*

Expect to see longer and hopefully daily posts from me. It's all up hill from here people.

What I'd Like To Do Musically

I'd really like to start a band that just told a long story with all of their songs on a CD. I'd still want the songs to stand alone well without the story. I think for the first CD I'd like to do a story with a Japanese classic samurai film feel. I think I'll call my character Six-string Shogun. I thought of some possible track name.
1. Six-string Shogun and Drum Daimyo vs. Synth Shinobi and Bass Berserker
2. Surprise Attack! Shogunate and Rebellion team up.
3. The last Traitor Stands
4. Sushi for lunch, Geisha's for sex
5. Brothel Bash
6. The Emperor's Plot
7. Religion is thy Enemy Again
8. Die in the rain of your bullets
9. Sword Graveyard
10. Emperor Never Dies Nor His Entourage (Edit)If I Learned One Thing From Anime It's That Evil Never Dies
11. Battle of the Undead
12. Square One, Violence and Friendship Fixed Nothing

My new yo yo

I got an yomega raider a few days back. It's a pretty nice yo yo. It has a nice idea of when I want it to come to my hand and sleeps like a champ. I'm hopefully getting a yomega raider ex at the end of march. It's virtually the same but allows you to change the gap for better looping.

Yo yo's

I'm glad I got me a new yo yo. After a few years of not playing with one it's a great stress reliever. It's strange what kind of enjoyment you get from a yo yo. Even weirder is that random people are decent at yo yo. I was at school today and all these people were showing me up on my yo yo. Man, how embarrassing. I'm kinda pissed at my yo yo right now, it's kinda janky. I'm getting a new one on Friday with my friends so it's all good.