the jungle run

my new shoes rock. a few days ago they were tested for the first time on my countryside route and passed with flying colors. i like how they have the year written along where the laces are. i've always thought that clothing, especially shirts, should have the year it was made printed on the tag. it would be sweet to know when i bought certain shirts and i think it would put more of a value on vintage shirts. anyway, it should be done. it could also help clothing businesses too because people will look in their closet and see that they've had the same clothes since high school. instead of just leaving them in the closet, i bet a lot of people would get rid of them based on when it was made.

man, i love my java class. programming is a ton of fun. it seems like java is a little easier to understand than other languages. if i could go back it would be cool to have entertained the idea of a cs degree. oh well. cj will have to do.

Reservoir Dogs (1992): a crew hits a bank, but the heist goes terribly wrong. now they must put the pieces together so they, and us, can figure out what the hell went down. and whether or not a rat is within our mists. i hope i said that right. okay, so pink is buscemi. i've seen this once before and thought it was okay, but someone swears by the movie so i'm giving it a second chance. the opening scene is really believable and interesting. but to put an 8 minutes convo as the opening scene, there better be huge, huge payoffs by the end of this movie (which there are). i loved the opening credits. most scenes are really, really long. and they are usually just lots of dialogue. so that tends to drag the story down. i like how mr. blonde adds the music to one of his scenes. he's a freaking psycho too. for penn and keitel and buscemi, this movie really allows them to shine and put out some of the best acting of their careers. but i didn't like how it ends. don't get me wrong, i like the ending, but it would have been cool to see these guys, or at least one of them, survive and basically get away. oh well. finally, what the title mean? definitely worth buying, but everyone should see it sometime. sometime soon. go now.
memorable, B+

woohoo. i finished this week's homework for econ/finance quicker than any previous assignment. it is all done and submitted with 40 full minutes before class starts. the previous two i was still working on up to 10 minutes before class and i don't think i actually completed them all the way before turning them in. yay for me. and i know you are dying to see what i've been bitchin' about this whole time, so feel free to take a gander at this assignment. i'm fairly certain that 89 percent of my answers are wrong, but when they are all together on one page like this it looks kind of cool. like i actually know what i'm doing. sadly that's far from the truth. enjoy.

i’ve done a few night runs now and it’s very different than my runs in provo. there are a million reasons for these differences but do you really care to hear them? one particular however is that my countryside route involves me running through what i like to call little vietnam. usually my run starts out by running north through some open space on what i’d like to think is a path but ends up being pretty rugged. anyway, this takes me up along the road where the buddist temple is. well on my first time running at night i decided to go backwards and save that area of the route for the end. bad idea. by the time i got to the dirt road of the temple it was pitch black out. for fear of the crazy ass foxes that roam the area and any ninja that might be up in the trees, i had to go into defcon 1 and run the whole time with my blade out and ready to rumble. this was the highest alert that i’ve ever had to be on while running. but i made it past the church and ninjas unscathed. although next i’d have to get through the open space and let me tell you, it’s hard enough running this with light out. i took my time jogging through and got as far as the jungle entrance where i’d have to cross the river before deciding to turn back. it was just too nuts for me to go into. i stopped about ten feet from the river and i could just feel that the vc were just inside the tree line. their presence stopped me in my tracks and i waited to strike at anything that moved. not wanting to get any blood on my new nike airmax 360s, i decided it was best to turn around and just go around along wadsworth. there is no cowardice here. i just didn’t want to get eaten or step on those crazy nail spike things that my buddy stepped on in '71. oh, and it’s not really a river that i cross. more like a stream, but it still requires a pretty intense leap of faith to cross it. so the moral of this story is if i’m gonna run in the evening, cross little vietnam first and with some light out, and don’t leave my m-16 at home. for a better idea of what i’m talking about i’ve included a top secret map of their base recently taken by a u-2 spy plane. enjoy.

so one day i would love to run to boulder from westy but i don’t see that happening ever. and speaking of westy, all this running has really made me appreciate how pretty some areas of the city are. if i had the time and money, instead of being on this lame bus going to school right now, i’d be out scouting for photo opps to go in my westminster coffee table book that i’d want to publish. there are so many places that are so unique to westminster (just like any other city), that it would be sweet seeing them all in a book before it all gets plowed down to build another worstbuy (thank you tom scharpling for that one). so wouldn't that be cool? i could picture me setting up a little table at the barnes & noble on sheridan to sign the book and everyone would just walk on by me like what really happens when authors have a signing. of course there would be a very limited demand for these books, but they'd sell for like $25 or $30 a pop so i'd make some money out of it. and it would just be fun. oh well. another life maybe.