I should be out running now, but I'm not. My excuse? I have no shoes. My excuses are so lame it's vaguely pathetic. Thankfully, I'm terribly good at lying to myself, so I've managed to convince myself that I will go running when I get to college. Yes, I'm so sure that's going to happen.

Beyond exercise (or lack thereof), I watched Barbarella on tv today. Having never watched it before, I was expecting slightly more sex. I mean, what else would you expect from a show with an orgasm reference in its title? Fortunately (stop sniggering!), there was no nudity (I mean it!) and it was, on the whole a squeaky clean family adventure. Save for the scantily clad women, of course. I now understand why it's a cult classic. Some things, you just have to watch.

I tried studying Calculus today. I heartily recommend this to anyone who wishes to die of a busted blood vessel in the brain. As you may have guessed (clever, clever people!), I wasn't exactly phenomenally successful. Anyone wishing to volunteer for the esteemed position of Calculus tutor should feel free to come on down to Terre Haute, because I sure as hell need help. I can't pay money though, so you'll have to settle for sexual favours.

Incidentally, big bad porno companies found their way to my university of chicago mailbox. Yes, my first unsolicited advertisement for pornography! I'm surprised it took such a long time coming. The title? 'Barely legal boys sent to you direct!' Am I missing something? I get the feeling something is trying to send me a message.

For those of you who've been skimming, the summary of this entry is: woke up, watched some tv, went back to sleep.

Ah, the joys of suburbia.