Stop everything, start it all over. Remember more than you'd like to forget...
Today on my agenda? Absolutely nothing. Until 5:00 anyway - when I have to go babysit. Because I need money. So I can go shopping...dude, I haven't been shopping in forever. Deprivation. Girls need to shop. It's what we do, a way of life. Yeah.
Andddd...life has been pretty...boring. Mhm. Very low key. I don't expect to do anything this week.
Jammed my pinky finger yesterday...(my left 5, if you play piano)...It hurt. Like, a lot.
I was swimming. (Did you know I swim? I do.) My lanemate was being...stupid; there's really no other way to put it. She stopped randomly in the middle of a set, and I turned, and we sort of collided. As in, my hand smashed into her side. It was pretty painful, to say the least. She walked out unscathed, but the rest of practice (if you ask me) was pretty miserable. Ow.
That was two days ago. It's mostly better now.
Practice this and yesterday morning was strange though. My coach insisted I tape my fingers (4 and 5, pianists) together. I agreed, seeing as it hurt like hell to leave my pinky at the water's mercy. So he leaves, and comes back with a huge roll of...duct tape. Yes, duct tape.
Have you ever tried to swim with your fingers duct taped together? It's not exactly easy.
So yesterday morning was pretty much an epic failure. Today was better, seeing as my finger's mostly healed. But still. Ugh.
I hate having to wake up so early to go swim laps. I want to stay in shape for the upcoming season and all...but...5 AM? Dude. I should be asleep. Really. And then my mom looks at me, and goes "You know, you really need to get to bed earlier. Why have you been so tired lately?" Um, gee. I wonder.
But that's life. I've got to do something to stay in shape, right? Right.
And I don't mind swimming. I like my team; like the sport. You know. I just...hate the hours. Oh, and jammed pinkies.
What. Else.
Hung out with T and some people yesterday...ugh. That guy friend of mine still likes me. (I have a different post on this somewhere...hunt it down if you're curious; I think it's called "Advice?" or something of the sort...) Which still sucks, because I have virtually no feelings for him of that sort...I mean, I've known him since forever; he's like my cousin. If T wouldn't have told me, then I never would have figured it out...ugh. Hanging out with them wasn't awkward, exactly...but...
I don't even know what to do anymore. I don't want to hurt him. But, at the same time...
It's complicated. There's like, a bunch of other stuff with T and his best friend...and...Yeah. Just complicated. I dunno.
But otherwise? It's all good~
Except I'm starving. And this is kind of getting long...Ah ha ha. I have left over Asian in the fridge...I think I'll warm that up. LUNCH.
And, goodbye.
Andddd...life has been pretty...boring. Mhm. Very low key. I don't expect to do anything this week.
Jammed my pinky finger yesterday...(my left 5, if you play piano)...It hurt. Like, a lot.
I was swimming. (Did you know I swim? I do.) My lanemate was being...stupid; there's really no other way to put it. She stopped randomly in the middle of a set, and I turned, and we sort of collided. As in, my hand smashed into her side. It was pretty painful, to say the least. She walked out unscathed, but the rest of practice (if you ask me) was pretty miserable. Ow.
That was two days ago. It's mostly better now.
Practice this and yesterday morning was strange though. My coach insisted I tape my fingers (4 and 5, pianists) together. I agreed, seeing as it hurt like hell to leave my pinky at the water's mercy. So he leaves, and comes back with a huge roll of...duct tape. Yes, duct tape.
Have you ever tried to swim with your fingers duct taped together? It's not exactly easy.
So yesterday morning was pretty much an epic failure. Today was better, seeing as my finger's mostly healed. But still. Ugh.
I hate having to wake up so early to go swim laps. I want to stay in shape for the upcoming season and all...but...5 AM? Dude. I should be asleep. Really. And then my mom looks at me, and goes "You know, you really need to get to bed earlier. Why have you been so tired lately?" Um, gee. I wonder.
But that's life. I've got to do something to stay in shape, right? Right.
And I don't mind swimming. I like my team; like the sport. You know. I just...hate the hours. Oh, and jammed pinkies.
What. Else.
Hung out with T and some people yesterday...ugh. That guy friend of mine still likes me. (I have a different post on this somewhere...hunt it down if you're curious; I think it's called "Advice?" or something of the sort...) Which still sucks, because I have virtually no feelings for him of that sort...I mean, I've known him since forever; he's like my cousin. If T wouldn't have told me, then I never would have figured it out...ugh. Hanging out with them wasn't awkward, exactly...but...
I don't even know what to do anymore. I don't want to hurt him. But, at the same time...
It's complicated. There's like, a bunch of other stuff with T and his best friend...and...Yeah. Just complicated. I dunno.
But otherwise? It's all good~
Except I'm starving. And this is kind of getting long...Ah ha ha. I have left over Asian in the fridge...I think I'll warm that up. LUNCH.
And, goodbye.