today = boredom
Today was long and pointless. Now I feel like giving you other bored people something to read.
First I went skating. Not the best of skating days since the holidays were not so good to me (damn fat). It's hard to throw this much weight up into the air with this amount of muscle mass. At least I have something to work toards... My coach called me on my way there to say that she wasn't coming in due to her cancer remission check up tests. They apparently wore her out. So I'm out there skating and I go to jump and I toe in wrong causing my ankle to go into intense pain. Generally when this happens to us skaters it is because we didn't properly warm up our ankles, and the pain generally subsides pretty quickly. I slowly built up my tolerance of standing on the ankle until the pain went away. I figured I was fine, so I went to do a single lutz. As soon as I tapped in I knew my ankle wasn't ok and yet I still had to land on it. I spent the rest of the session just spinning and running through my program with nothing in it. Once I got my skates off, it was hurting enough to convince me to stay off of it. I came home and iced it up. Now it's just kinda nagging me. Nothing big, so hopefully I'll be attempting to skate on it again tomorrow. I think I just irritated it.
Well, I was icing my ankle on my nice comfy couch with my nice soft blanket on top of me making me all nice and warm. Since I only had about 5 hours of sleep in me, I decided I needed a 10-11am nap. I set my alarm, but when 11 came around I apparently cut it off and slept for another hour. I finally got up and made it into the shower. Then went and unloaded storage stuff out of my car. Went through most of that, and now I have about 20 stuffed animals sitting on my living room floor in front of the tv staring at me. It's kinda funny to walk in and see. I don't know what I'm going to do with all of them yet, but I have a feeling they are here to stay.
I started watching more tv and fell asleep around 5 I think, maybe after that, and woke up at 7 in time to watch an old gilmore episode. I finally called my dad around 8 to go and get ice cream to just get out of the apartment. We went and got some Ben and Jerry's then went home to watch my gilmore girl dvds that he's watching with me. When we got home my dad found blood on his hand after petting my dog. So we spent 20 minutes looking over my dog and trying to figure out where this blood came from. I finally realized that the hand that had the blood had never actually touched my dog b/c my dad was holding his ice cream in it. yet we couldn't really find a cut on his hand either. It's a mystery (that made me just think of Euphoria's "Aboriginies" "It is a mystery").
Anyways, I'm now back home wide awake at 12:34am. Tomorrow my dad and I are going to go see "Night at the Museum" at Alamo for lunch. He's never been there, so it should be fun.
I thought I was going to have plans for today, but apparently those got changed or something. Today I realized that I need school to start again so that I'm not so bored. Plus Sheri needs to come back, but she's not until sunday or monday, when I'm supposed to be heading back to McKinney to visit w/ my grandma. Ah well, I can make it through the rest of this week until the hell of UT begins. Waitlisting Friday for my 1st choice spanish class.
Sadly, I'm already planning out a couple of summer trips I want to take while I already have a mandatory trip to Chicago for skating and 2 summer classes at ACC.
First I went skating. Not the best of skating days since the holidays were not so good to me (damn fat). It's hard to throw this much weight up into the air with this amount of muscle mass. At least I have something to work toards... My coach called me on my way there to say that she wasn't coming in due to her cancer remission check up tests. They apparently wore her out. So I'm out there skating and I go to jump and I toe in wrong causing my ankle to go into intense pain. Generally when this happens to us skaters it is because we didn't properly warm up our ankles, and the pain generally subsides pretty quickly. I slowly built up my tolerance of standing on the ankle until the pain went away. I figured I was fine, so I went to do a single lutz. As soon as I tapped in I knew my ankle wasn't ok and yet I still had to land on it. I spent the rest of the session just spinning and running through my program with nothing in it. Once I got my skates off, it was hurting enough to convince me to stay off of it. I came home and iced it up. Now it's just kinda nagging me. Nothing big, so hopefully I'll be attempting to skate on it again tomorrow. I think I just irritated it.
Well, I was icing my ankle on my nice comfy couch with my nice soft blanket on top of me making me all nice and warm. Since I only had about 5 hours of sleep in me, I decided I needed a 10-11am nap. I set my alarm, but when 11 came around I apparently cut it off and slept for another hour. I finally got up and made it into the shower. Then went and unloaded storage stuff out of my car. Went through most of that, and now I have about 20 stuffed animals sitting on my living room floor in front of the tv staring at me. It's kinda funny to walk in and see. I don't know what I'm going to do with all of them yet, but I have a feeling they are here to stay.
I started watching more tv and fell asleep around 5 I think, maybe after that, and woke up at 7 in time to watch an old gilmore episode. I finally called my dad around 8 to go and get ice cream to just get out of the apartment. We went and got some Ben and Jerry's then went home to watch my gilmore girl dvds that he's watching with me. When we got home my dad found blood on his hand after petting my dog. So we spent 20 minutes looking over my dog and trying to figure out where this blood came from. I finally realized that the hand that had the blood had never actually touched my dog b/c my dad was holding his ice cream in it. yet we couldn't really find a cut on his hand either. It's a mystery (that made me just think of Euphoria's "Aboriginies" "It is a mystery").
Anyways, I'm now back home wide awake at 12:34am. Tomorrow my dad and I are going to go see "Night at the Museum" at Alamo for lunch. He's never been there, so it should be fun.
I thought I was going to have plans for today, but apparently those got changed or something. Today I realized that I need school to start again so that I'm not so bored. Plus Sheri needs to come back, but she's not until sunday or monday, when I'm supposed to be heading back to McKinney to visit w/ my grandma. Ah well, I can make it through the rest of this week until the hell of UT begins. Waitlisting Friday for my 1st choice spanish class.
Sadly, I'm already planning out a couple of summer trips I want to take while I already have a mandatory trip to Chicago for skating and 2 summer classes at ACC.