Aching for
38 days until summer. 38 days.
I want to be at home.
Centex was this weekend and it was perhaps the worst weekend ever. I sprained my ankle on Saturday during the second game, and I couldn't play the rest of the tournament, and had to go to the hospital, and they just were mean there. And I had to watch our team lose game after game, and it was disheartening. And my armpits and shoulders and biceps hurt from my crutches. And the bus broke down ten minutes from the fields on Saturday, and we all had to find alternate rides to the hotel, and then we were stuck in town for extra hours on Sunday (although this was okay, because the gator game was on) and my foot hurt so bad. Then between approximately 35 people, 150 beers were bought, and several bottles of liquor and then the bus was loud and rowdy, and wrestling, and I was sober and tired and hurting, and so I cried. It solved nothing. We had McDonalds for free and it was perhaps the best part of Sunday night.
Today I can bear weight on my left foot, so it's improving very quickly. I am thrilled.
I think I made Sarah mad because when I crutched into the room, I made too much noise and she was asleep. oh well, I couldn't exactly help it, with the crutches and shit.
I took my painkiller right before class, and I don't remember anything that happened during that class. I couldn't really keep my eyes open, and i sat in the front row because I couldn't hobble all the way back.
I almost fell several times on the bus. Once because the bus started moving without warning (we had parked at a rest stop and people had started getting off, then the bus moved). Again because someone spilled mcflurry on the ground and my crutches wouldn't stick. It was annoying.
I'm annoyed at some people more than others because true characters came out to and from and in Austin.
I miss Craig more than ever because I still feel helpless and I already missed him like hell.
I'm going to bed.
I want to be at home.
Centex was this weekend and it was perhaps the worst weekend ever. I sprained my ankle on Saturday during the second game, and I couldn't play the rest of the tournament, and had to go to the hospital, and they just were mean there. And I had to watch our team lose game after game, and it was disheartening. And my armpits and shoulders and biceps hurt from my crutches. And the bus broke down ten minutes from the fields on Saturday, and we all had to find alternate rides to the hotel, and then we were stuck in town for extra hours on Sunday (although this was okay, because the gator game was on) and my foot hurt so bad. Then between approximately 35 people, 150 beers were bought, and several bottles of liquor and then the bus was loud and rowdy, and wrestling, and I was sober and tired and hurting, and so I cried. It solved nothing. We had McDonalds for free and it was perhaps the best part of Sunday night.
Today I can bear weight on my left foot, so it's improving very quickly. I am thrilled.
I think I made Sarah mad because when I crutched into the room, I made too much noise and she was asleep. oh well, I couldn't exactly help it, with the crutches and shit.
I took my painkiller right before class, and I don't remember anything that happened during that class. I couldn't really keep my eyes open, and i sat in the front row because I couldn't hobble all the way back.
I almost fell several times on the bus. Once because the bus started moving without warning (we had parked at a rest stop and people had started getting off, then the bus moved). Again because someone spilled mcflurry on the ground and my crutches wouldn't stick. It was annoying.
I'm annoyed at some people more than others because true characters came out to and from and in Austin.
I miss Craig more than ever because I still feel helpless and I already missed him like hell.
I'm going to bed.