skinny jeans and asskicking
Most people would say that their "skinny jeans" are some sort of super-tight, show off their ass jeans. Not me. My skinny jeans are a pair of wide-leg men's Levis. They're 34/34, but for some reason, they don't like to sit low on my hips. Therefore, for them to fit the way I like, I have to be on the thinner side of me. Yes I'm strange.
In other news, shoulder still hurts. It's raining on and off today, and between shoulder and rain, I'm finding an alternate way of getting to work. I'm thinking that I have to take the train, because neither of my coworkers who have offered me rides are picking up. Meh.
Martial arts has been strange recently, because of the friend who I introduced to the group. Unfortunately, it means that I am "responsible" for her. She has no martial arts experience at all, and I'm having to dredge my memory for stuff to teach her that isn't too advanced. She sucks as an uke as well. Granted, she has no experience. But now I know how my ukes felt when I first started. She has no control, and has definitely done some crazy stuff and hurt me.
This is the same girl who asked me out to dinner. She wants to be really good friends, I don't. I don't trust her. She drives like a crazy woman, (read: masshole), and is *really* cocky about "I know jujitsu!" which just gets annoying. I miss Bob. I miss having someone to teach me at my level.
In other news, shoulder still hurts. It's raining on and off today, and between shoulder and rain, I'm finding an alternate way of getting to work. I'm thinking that I have to take the train, because neither of my coworkers who have offered me rides are picking up. Meh.
Martial arts has been strange recently, because of the friend who I introduced to the group. Unfortunately, it means that I am "responsible" for her. She has no martial arts experience at all, and I'm having to dredge my memory for stuff to teach her that isn't too advanced. She sucks as an uke as well. Granted, she has no experience. But now I know how my ukes felt when I first started. She has no control, and has definitely done some crazy stuff and hurt me.
This is the same girl who asked me out to dinner. She wants to be really good friends, I don't. I don't trust her. She drives like a crazy woman, (read: masshole), and is *really* cocky about "I know jujitsu!" which just gets annoying. I miss Bob. I miss having someone to teach me at my level.