I'm hopelessly hopeful
This week has been. No adjective needed, it just was.
I'm feeling a little bit better, but also a little bit worse. I think these past 2 weeks I've spent more time sleeping then I have spent awake. And I'm okay with that.
Things I've learned this week:
zen (I think the actual word used was "ku" ??) moments are quite nice.
Things are much easier when you're honest.
Really awkward situations are only embarassing if you let them be.
I find the idea of us tap dancing much more humorous than I should.
My upside-down balance is better than Adam's.
Philip is cartwheel retarded.
Cold water and competition are probably a bad mix. (especially if your hands are always colder than everyone else's)