I wonder when I'll start writing again.

I feel like I should update this blog more. I don't know, maybe it's just me. I mean, the last time I wrote in that journal thing was...almost a week ago. Either I don't have much to vent about or I was too tired to do it. Or I don't have the heart to.

Certain things I write and vent about are out of anger, obviously. Sometimes when I look back to them, it makes me sad. And it makes me wonder where I found the anger to write it all. It's just odd. On the plus side, I went shopping in SoHo today. With sibs, it was actually fun. I bought a necklace, bracelets, a white scarf, and running shoes. [I have this whole nice outfit planned out. I'm going to wear it...on a special-ish occasion? Then probably make it casual every day thing from then on? I'll see. OH SPECIAL OCCASION COMING UP. December 11th, Christmas party. If I can go. Fingers crossed!]

Heh, running shoes. That's right. I'm going to go jog every morning from now on. With indoor track, I should have the motivation to. If my parents bitch, oh well. "You didn't do anything over summer and you decide to do it when it's freezing cold?" Well, I didn't ask you to come with me, and you're not the one freezing, so it's okay.

I need to train my cardiovascular endurance; it fails so bad. It's really pathetic, I swear. So, jogging tomorrow it is! While my fatbutt of a sister bikes along side me. -shrug- I'm fine with that. Man, I feel so full now. Okay, dishes time. Then chores. Then homework. Oh, yay.