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I had two "health" exams today. My first one was this morning for my weight-training class, which went well until they had to check my flexibility. They almost broke me in half. Overall, they gave me a score of "excellent". I celebrated with a cookie, which cancelled out all the hard work I'd done in the gym this morning. My second exam was the infamous "ladie's" exam. My doctor was the biggest, manliest lady I've ever seen in my life! Didn't have a whole lot of fun there! I doubt she'll call, and I hardly believe I meant anything to her at all, that heartbreaker.
I hope Matt comes home soon. I'm lonely and in diar need of frozen yogurt, or maybe just a good hug. I'm not very picky today.
I've only spent one night at my house in the last week. I went home today to shower after class and the house was already pretty disgusting. I refuse to clean anything else! I used to come home, even after days and days of spending the night at Matt's house, and spend half the day cleaning the house. Last I knew, I wasn't babysitting anybody! This makes me think of a funny story:
Last week Casey's mom "bought" him groceries, so I thought, and did his laundry. I thought it was really nice of her, until Casey told me she didn't exactly buy those groceries for him. She's a receptionist at a church, and she took some of the donations (things like food and laundry detergent that are usually collected for the poor and needy) and gave them to her son! It would be one thing if he was justifiably poor, but he's lazy and doesn't work enough to make the money he needs to support himself. I'm finding it very hard to respect Casey or Mamma Casey.
I'm dying for a nap!
I've been practicing my guitar like a madwoman for a whole day now! I'd better be good, goddamnit!
I hope Matt comes home soon. I'm lonely and in diar need of frozen yogurt, or maybe just a good hug. I'm not very picky today.
I've only spent one night at my house in the last week. I went home today to shower after class and the house was already pretty disgusting. I refuse to clean anything else! I used to come home, even after days and days of spending the night at Matt's house, and spend half the day cleaning the house. Last I knew, I wasn't babysitting anybody! This makes me think of a funny story:
Last week Casey's mom "bought" him groceries, so I thought, and did his laundry. I thought it was really nice of her, until Casey told me she didn't exactly buy those groceries for him. She's a receptionist at a church, and she took some of the donations (things like food and laundry detergent that are usually collected for the poor and needy) and gave them to her son! It would be one thing if he was justifiably poor, but he's lazy and doesn't work enough to make the money he needs to support himself. I'm finding it very hard to respect Casey or Mamma Casey.
I'm dying for a nap!
I've been practicing my guitar like a madwoman for a whole day now! I'd better be good, goddamnit!