So, a lot has happened since I wrote here last. I got baptized. I got a boyfriend. He’s pretty great. He texts me every morning. And every night, right after he drops me off at the dorm. He got me flowers when he asked me out. He kisses me on the forehead when we’re out walking (and we walk a lot), and right now he’s playing the Titanic theme because he knows I like it. I feel like I’m in a movie – at the end of one, where everything is just peachy. The place everyone wants to be. And guess who’s there. 😉
Okay, so, if I must keep injuring myself this way, it would behoove me to make an effort not to consistently injure my hand. I was breaking today, in preparation for my 2nd Dan test and the tournament, and I rolled my fist. It wasn’t much, but it was enough that I didn’t break the board, and now my knuckle is about twice the size it ought to be and will take about three months to recover.
Also, hooray for Arizona tea.
Every once in a while I think very deeply upon a matter. That’s when I start getting confused. And that’s when I stop thinking deeply.
It baffles me how catchy LMFAO is. I used to hate them. Even now, every time they come out with a new song, I don’t really like it. Then I listen to it a few times, and before I know it, I’m hooked. It doesn’t hurt that almost every song they make is fantastic for dancing to.
My back is bloody killing me. When one is the only girl who knows how to lead in a group of five girls who like to dance, it would be best if one did not teach them how to dip. One’s latissimus dorsi will seek revenge. Every time I talk like that, I remember Sheldon Cooper (from the Big Bang Theory) saying, “Incidentally, one can get beaten up in school simply by referring to oneself as ‘one.'”
Apparently that changes in college.
I’ve got Caravan Palace stuck in my head. I cannot stop listening to it. I keep finding new songs that I recognize from swing dancing.
On a slightly different note (but still related), I discovered that if you type repeat after youtube and before .com, it will play the song on repeat.
This whole thing is a bit problematic because I have math homework that is increasingly difficult to concentrate on.
Be still, my feet!
So, funny thing. I’m in a good mood, but I want to be a grouch. Mostly because I feel like being obnoxious. So this is me, grouching… and being bad at it because there is no one around to obnoxiate.
I’m having traveling itches again. I don’t really know what to do with them. It seems almost impossible that I could actually go somewhere. I’d like to go to school in Germany next year, but it’s one of those things that sound fantastic but never actually happen.
Although… seriously, why shouldn’t that work? I have to go to school somewhere. I could make it fit in with my engineering classes somehow.
I could do this.
Wow. School came in with quite the bang this quarter. No build-up, no chance to get your head, just, it’s-the-first-day-and-you-have-ten-assignments-due-tomorrow-please-use-pencil-for-the-written-ones-and-for-heaven’s-sakes-don’t-forget-to-double-space madness.
My knees are scraped up. Like, epically scraped up. I can’t even move without them burning. Two days after the fact. What happened?
Interesting question, and I’m so glad you asked.
Well, you see, after swing dancing stopped, none of us really wanted to, so we headed down to the Student Center, but it was occupied by people playing board games, so someone made a few phone calls while we nutters went sliding on the ice-sheeted snow. The ice was strong enough to bear our weight, so we did a sort of ice-skating thing. I took off my heels (impossible to skate in those things) and started skating around in my socks. Which, incidentally, didn’t impede my movement as much as you would think. BUT I was wearing a skirt. (No, there were no issues with that. I buttoned up my coat, and that coat is pretty stiff, and very long, and wouldn’t show a thing.) Which meant my knees were bare. Also, I don’t always have great balance on the ice. See where this is going? When I fell, my knees would go through the ice and they would get cut. I didn’t even noticed until Leo dramatically yelled “Oh my goodness!!!!!!!!!” at my legs, and I looked down and noticed I was bleeding all the way down to my socks. As a side note, I really wish I could recreate that yell of his. It was something else.
This just happened, and I thought it was funny, if a little conceited. Most of the comments I get on this blog are spam. In fact, the number of legitimate comments is under twenty. So naturally, I expect every comment to be spam, even though if there aren’t many, I check just in case. Well, the first thing I saw on one of them was that I needed to fix my spelling in a lot of places. I immediately moved it to spam. Why? Two reasons. Number one, I hate people who correct your spelling, even I do it all the time. (Yes, I’m a hypocrite.) Number two, I really don’t misspell things. Seriously. I’ve always been good with spelling and grammar. So, while I might misspell something once or twice throughout my posts, it’s definitely not enough to warrant saying “a lot of places.”
Incidentally, I haven’t had my morning coffee yet, and if I don’t get it soon I’m going to be a grouch. Or at least a very tired person.
