For some reason I feel like skillet should be pronounced as if one was speaking French, dropping the 'et' at the end and saying 'ayyyy.'
Anyway.
It seems as if my life became hectic overnight. I have seminary at six a.m. so I'm up at five. I go to school five days a week. I have swimming six days a week, two hours a day except for an extra hour on Saturday. Then on Tuesdays and Thursdays I have quiz bowl. On Wednesdays I baby-sit from 6:30-9:30. I tutor two children. Needless to say I am tired. Exhausted, mentally and physically, would probably not even explain the extent of it all. I read this description in a book once and I now know what the author means. He says, "[She] was tired but it wasn't the same kind of tired one gets from not sleeping. It was a weariness from somewhere deep inside the bones, consuming her whole body, constantly there." However he was describing an elderly lady so I'm not sure if that description has all the same meaning...but it feels like it does.
But on the up side of life I am in this contest against some of my cousins and other extended family members to see who can work out the most. It's more than that but I don't feel like telling you the extended version. All that needs to be said is I am going to win. Tyler may have Wii exercise or whatever but I swim 13 hours a week. 'Nuff said. ;) I am reading Cannery Row for English and it's pretty good. I like Steinbeck. I'm reading A collection of short stories by Edgar Allen Poe and that's really good. I'm also still reading King Lear. Yes I've been grinding through that book for a month now but I am determined to finish it...somehow.
