The minute hand is going backwards

I haven't written in a while cause I suck, and well no one knows I have a blog or anything like that, so it's really just for my own personal enjoyment.

Slow....anticipating,,,crouching lion hidden bat, or whatever the hell the name of that movie is.

At least that's how I feel. Today has been an uneventful, pull your hair out boring day. Sure, I have things to work on...but I just can't find the motivation. However, I did find this nifty site www.walkrunjog.com, which I might be obsessed with. Not that I'm a big runner, but the possibility of knowing where I'm going, and how far it really is simply intrigues me.
Last night I caught a little of my favorite show in the history of bad television



I also can't think without my brain going into over drive cause I'm going to BWCA...BITCHES (yes, that's exactly how I say it too.) 4 glorious days of camping, hiking, canoeing and sitting on my lazy ass reading a book, thinking I too might have leprosy, while I lay in a hamock. That's right, don't hate on me.



It's not my canoe, but the visual is a good idea i think.

What else...what else...oh I'm obsessed with Trampled by Turtles. Probably one of the best bands of heard of in awhile. I was on the Wookiefoot train, until I realized all their sons sound the same and decided to say no more Wookiefoot and that I wasted way to much time on Limewire searching for songs that didn't sound the same that now I can't get rid of. Boo that.