#200

to celebrate post #200, i'm going to share 200 reasons why paper moon is the best.

or not. life is completely right crazy now.

mostly because i took the weekend off so i didn't get anything done.

i've been playing catch up.

also because i have 3 midterms next week on top of all the same homework that i normally have and i can barely get that done as it is.

and i'm still training for my marathon--miles increase next week {but i'm more than happy to be doing the marathon training.}

but, i'm in my wednesday evening class, so i just take time to check out some blogs and do any assignments that i can during this hour and forty-five minutes...and post a little somethin' somethin'.

so i'll share a hilarious story.

you see this pitbull?

today i was running past the side of this house.

enjoying my music.

enjoying my run.

thinking about life.

all of a sudden, some pitbull comes jetting out at me.

literally, this dog was coming straight for me at full speed.

so the parasympathetic nervous system kicked in:

fight or flight?

i'd liked to say i chose fight.

but pretty much i was already in flight.

but my first instinct was to scream.

and i did.

like so loud.

and then i started laughing.

because i thought about what had just happened.

and really, it was just hilarious.

and i was laughing for the rest of my run.

{and just so you know, the dog just ran right behind me. then turned around and went back to his home.}

and i am trying so hard not to laugh in my class right now.

blasted dog.

bucky would never do that.

{unless it's right after his summer shave, after he's become a man and has total confidence. but even then, he wouldn't hurt a fly.}