So yesterday I helped with 2 underwater weighings. Its supposed to be the “gold standard” (imagine fists on my waist while saying that) in how much body fat you have. I also helped with a VO2max study again for the running economy with barefoot vs shoes, but… well, the chick running just bitched out, and complained bout everything. So later, I asked what you had to do to be a guinea pig for the study, and guess what?! Ima be a guinea pig! So I get to see how bad my cardio has turned to shit. Yay! But I never realized how good an experience this is for me to not just get my foot into grad school, this is more like kicking the fucking door in! I mean, granted I still have to take the GRE and stuff, but I’m going to have a ton of lab experience whereas, a bunch of people are not going to.  Like I never even thought to know what the names and brands of all the machines are that I could use. 

I had my interview with Breckenridge Outdoor Education Center today. Everything seemed to go ok. I’m surprised when she talked bout my driving record, she only asked about if I had a valid drivers license. Cause yeah, I have one, but my past is a different shady story, but oh well. So I ran over a bus load of kids with an earthmover, its not a big deal. haha! And I still, to my knowledge, haven’t got my letter of reference in. So who knows, I might be screwed for all I know. But if I do get it, I can have people stay at the cabin on the mountain for a day or 2 I think. As long as its not during black out periods like spring break or xmas.

Soo, I have an interesting set of roommates, I’ve determined. The owner and his girlfriend seem mostly chill. But then the other roommates…

So, I have a very…effeminate black guy for a roommate. He cuts hair for a living, I think I might have mentioned him before. He talks a lot, which I’m cool with. But now… I’m not exactly sure what his deal is. He likes to tell me that he “saw me on my bicycle again”. like a lot. Of course I’m on my fuckin’ bicycle! I dont know if thats all he can muster up to talk bout now, or if he has the hots for me. Not really sure. But he was polite when I had my interview in the living room today.

Then my other roommate? roommates? So the very next door, I have some chill white dude, who has a girlfriend come over every once in a while, and they both seem cool. But then there’s this other motherfucker, who seems like his sidekick or some shit. He’s not here all the time, and I think he might be said dudes brother (not exactly sure on their names). But this emo Eeyore pos, cant even say hi. Not hello, hows it goin, nothing. He just looks at you. And its not like he’s deaf, I have deaf friends. And he was talkin to the owner dude earlier today bout how to beat some video game. I usually just see him on his computer on the small mattress laying on the ground. Maybe I should I should give him a case of monster to prompt his shady judgement. Or a piece of dogshit, I dont care. I think this is why I like living alone. Oh, and sidekick boy sleeps on the couch downstairs when other dude has his gf over apparently, how nice. 

We caught a raccoon in the trap the other night. God, I have to put up my pictures! But my computer is really close to the brim on memory, and Im a little worried. So it might be worried.

But anyways, raccoon. We caught it, and it looked like it was pretty small. I got to talk to animal control the next day. He said he’d seen them 3 times as big. So my desert urban roommates were wrong! ha! But he had kevlar gloves which I’d heard about when I was in boy scouts, but never actually seen. I’d heard that possums could bite through them. He said all kinds of stuff could, raccoons, possums, dogs you could feel them through. He said he was more worried bout their claws. So he went up supposedly a mile away, to the reservoir… thats apparently bout across the street almost, and let him go. That was sometime last week. But since it was a baby probably… and theyre pack animals I think, I figure theres more. And sure ‘nuff, I scared somethin dark off, about the size of a raccoon a few nights ago! So, yeah, more fun duck stuff. Oh, and I was starting to hate herding the ducks. I scared the shit out of them last week, literally. Never heard a duck fart till then, its pretty gross. 

But luckily he’s decided to keep them out at night now…