Needing something to go on

I damaged myself. Again. *vent anger here*

I somehow hurt my legs. Two separate incidents, if you can believe it. On Monday, I wore my fancified new shoes to school. Super cute, life was special. But I carved a thick line of blister into the heel of each foot. Huzzah. So, I am off those shoes until the blisters heal. But, the same day, I did so much walking, my thighs have seized up. They're sore and taught and weak now. And I did something to my knee, too, as a result. I can't walk normal and it keeps giving out. I wore a knee brace today, but it didn't really help. Anyway...

Bad times behind, good times ahead.

Tuesday evening I drove up to Palo Alto and a bunch of us surprised James at work for his birthday. He made his "you're all weird" faces and rolled his eyes, but he totally loved it. We brought him cake and balloons. Both are entirely irresistible. And we all met up at Brian's, and while everyone else watched the debates, James and Tanya and I played Gin. I won.

I had a math exam on Tuesday. I studied really hard and it paid off--I got a 91%!! Yee! I had an Anthropology midterm today, so we'll see how I did next week.

Have some stuff to do this weekend for school. I should get it done soon. I'm taking Brock to the airport tomorrow. He's meeting Laura and my Mom in Arizona.

Time to ice my knee before bed.

Your personality test results came back

As I prepared for sleep tonight (which took a very long time, due to my sheer exhaustion), I realized that I really am not in shape. I'm not fat, or over weight, but I'm not in shape. And that's not good for me. I already knew I wanted to join a gym, but now I know for sure. Monday, I'll go check out 24 hour fitness, which is right around the corner from my house. Maybe it's good.

Today, though, was good. Or rather, yesterday was. Er.... hm. Saturday! Was good.

I baby sat Brady in the morning, and he was oh-so-pleasant and cuddly. He ate two bottles, had two naps, smiled, and coo'd. He was marvelous.

I hopped in the shower around 1PM, to get ready to go out. And at 3:30, I was out the door and on my way to Brian's. He, Justin, and I picked up Sachi,and the four of us scurried up to San Francisco to attend the Professional Volley Ball tourney. That was really cool, actually. I was a little lost at first, simply because Volleyball was always a little vague to me, but I got really into it and soon we were all cheering like crazy! It was super fun, and SUPER cold. We were all very numb. Br!

And then, it was back to Palo Alto. We were SO tired, but it was only 9 by the time we got back, so we joined Whit's good bye party, and had a blast! It turned into a dance party, and there was a whole lot of crazy dancing and pictures taken. I was so insanely out of it, I would have thought I was drunk, were I not mormon and completely sober. D'oh! X)

The worst part of the entire night, was the drive home. I was partially bummed about Whit leaving, distracted by my thoughts, tired, and my knees hurt crazy bad. And to make it all better? 280 S was bumper-to-bumper traffic. At 11:30 at night. Not cool! I could see the red snake curving out of sight! And there were three, open, yet full, lanes. One lane--just one--was blocked off. Gr! I had to get off at El Monte, and drive El Camino to 85, just to get home. I didn't even get home until 12:15... Gr.

But, even though that was an entirely too frustrating situation, I'm still very happy and tired. My day was marvelous and I had such a good time in the city.

I'm going to pass out in my bed, before I pass out in my chair.

Hate headaches

Blar. I have another migraine today. -_- Probably from the cake and soda I had at the party yesterday. Lame.

Dan and I went to lunch at this Fish 'n Chips places called "Race Street" on (you guessed it) Race Street. Trés good! I'm nice and full.

Tomorrow there's a BBQ I want to go to, so I'll see if I can swing it.

For now, I'll lay down.