I probably shouldn't be posting right now. It's late, I'm tired, and no one in their right mind is going to check this thing 'till noon. For some reason, though, I feel obligated to update. Sometimes I play this fun game where I try to stay awake for no apparent reason only to show up to cross country training completely drained at 7:45 am. I don't know about you guys, but I like fighting to remain conscious while driving. Hehe, good times. Anyway, I started working for the man on Monday. It turns out "the man" is a thirty-something skinny white guy with an interest in the outdoors and a tendency to say "you know" after every other sentence. I call him Jason and he manages Active Endeavors, a local retailer selling the equipment and clothing necessary for active endeavors. Unless, of course, your endeavor of choice is streaking. Then you've already got it covered. Or rather, uncovered. err...
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Stop telling people about my endeavors!
Ya know, I'll never be able to hear the name "Jason" again without thinking of a soon-to-be-ISU-freshman named Jason. This stinks. What if I meet some amazing guy named Jason? I won't be able to marry him because of my *sniff* tragic past...
Wow, what a rant. Have a great day!
yeah, between the two of us we really broke that kid's heart. Then again that kid's heart was 2 years older and in desperate need of friends his own age.
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