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Sometimes I think if I could graphically see how much time I spend playing on the Internet, I could figure out where all my time goes. As opposed to being confused as to why it's already almost 11:30. I mean, this night just started! Oh well, at least I feel a sense of accomplishment in finishing my profile on my MySpace page. And it has already resulted (okay, not the finished profile, but my being a member on MySpace in general) in a reconnection with a long-lost friend from college. Quick shout out to Miss Limer-lick... if you don't know the rest, I'm not gonna say it! So... what's up, losers who aren't on MySpace (says the girl who just found out about it recently... I know, and I call myself a pop culture junkie)? I need more friends there (and on Friendster and Facebook, for that matter). So, hop online, spend the time to set yourself up, and come join my sandbox.

Speaking of graphing things, I wish I knew more about Excel's graphing functionality. Then, I could make really sweet charts with my ultra-complicated spreadsheets I create for work every single day. Oh well... at least I know PivotTables up one side and down the other. AND I can pretty much figure out the stuff I need to use... thus, I CAN create a simple line graph. My perfect opportunity to work on this skill (and create an interesting graph of something meaningful... well, to me... at the moment): my renewed (okay, it's been forever, but there was a window of time in State College - short as it may be - when I was running a little bit... yes, a VERY little bit) commitment to exercising by running. I don't really measure my progress by miles run, but miles run is a side effect to the real goal - running for longer periods of time (before the sweat on my iPod earbuds irritates me to the point that I have to stop & walk for a while to give myself time to pat them dry... well, that, and the fact that I think my lungs are gonna burst if I don't stop for a sec... okay, I like to exaggerate, but you know I'm LAZY... why can't you just be proud of me for running at all?!!?). Anyway... yes, running for longer... and thereby upping the average mph... and thereby raising the total miles run:

Okay, so by no means stellar... but I'm pretty proud... especially of the continuous curve (minus the one day back after 3 days off) showing improvement. Yay me!

All right... one more quote from All the King's Men and then I'm off to bed. Oh, hush... you know you love it. Well, even if you don't, your brain is being stimulated (assuming you're trying to understand it).

By the time we understand the pattern we are in, the definition we are making
for ourselves, it is too late to break out of the box. We can only live in terms
of the definition, like the prisoner in the cage in which he cannot lie or stand
or sit, hung up in justice to be viewed by the populace. Yet the definition we
have made of ourselves is ourselves. To break out of it, we must make a new
self. But how can the self make a new self when the selfness which it is, is the
only substance from which the new self can be made?

Even though I wait and wait to be picked to play the game, when my name is called, I usually turn and run away. Goal for tomorrow: break out of the box, convince the self to make a new self, start by running again.

Have a great Friday! And because I actually say it out loud (well, write it on the blog... same difference), it probably won't happen, but Go Patriots and Lady Heels!!!