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I really hate the fact that my shoulder is killing me....constantly. :(
C'mon body, you gotta last another two years, at least. I wanna be able to swim and play polo for fun when I'm off getting my masters. But, hey, all I really ask is that you stay with me til I graduate. That's all I ask!
I might ask the doc if I can get some pain pills, that or anti-inflammatories or something. Not that I wanna get hooked on this stuff again, but, seriously, my shoulder is killing me!
Oh, yesterday, I went with Jess to get her car cleaned. Turns out, over the weekend, someone kindly puked on the back of it. Yuck! She did her best to clean it Monday night, but it really need to see a car wash. So it did, and she managed to find a 'support our troops' magnet sticker ribbon thing. That was, like, the highlight of the trip. That and the sprayer had a brush on the end of it, which was really weird.
I need a massage.
I really like this song... at least, this portion of the lyrics:
Look for the girl with the broken smile
Ask her if she wants to stay awhile
And she will be loved
She will be loved
and
It's not always rainbows and butterflies
It's compromise that moves us along
My heart is full and my door's always open
You can come anytime you want
also, my quote that sums up all of last year and pretty much how I feel the majority of the time:
"Who says smiling means I'm happy."
but yes, that is all, heading off to class soon in hopes that I catch Travis.
I dunno. Travis is cool, a lil different, a lil superficial. He's not my type look-wise. I labeled him as a pretty boy but murph got on my case. He's not the typical pretty boy, he's pretty unique. I dunno. In a way, I think I like him just because he likes me and since I feel so poorly about myself, I am quick to reciprocate what I'm given. He's into me, and, since I think so little of myself, just the thought of a guy liking me makes me like him, in an odd way. Blah, I had this all worded right in my head but my fingers aren't doing their job. I'm gonna stop babling and head off to class now.
I meant to read, oh well.
I really gotta study for nutrition and head to the media center so I can figure out how to get onto WebCT and get all the powerpoint notes. Must do well this year. Gotta get the grades up so I can go where I wanna go: Brisbane.
More to come later next time I manage to get on a computer.
C'mon body, you gotta last another two years, at least. I wanna be able to swim and play polo for fun when I'm off getting my masters. But, hey, all I really ask is that you stay with me til I graduate. That's all I ask!
I might ask the doc if I can get some pain pills, that or anti-inflammatories or something. Not that I wanna get hooked on this stuff again, but, seriously, my shoulder is killing me!
Oh, yesterday, I went with Jess to get her car cleaned. Turns out, over the weekend, someone kindly puked on the back of it. Yuck! She did her best to clean it Monday night, but it really need to see a car wash. So it did, and she managed to find a 'support our troops' magnet sticker ribbon thing. That was, like, the highlight of the trip. That and the sprayer had a brush on the end of it, which was really weird.
I need a massage.
I really like this song... at least, this portion of the lyrics:
Look for the girl with the broken smile
Ask her if she wants to stay awhile
And she will be loved
She will be loved
and
It's not always rainbows and butterflies
It's compromise that moves us along
My heart is full and my door's always open
You can come anytime you want
also, my quote that sums up all of last year and pretty much how I feel the majority of the time:
"Who says smiling means I'm happy."
but yes, that is all, heading off to class soon in hopes that I catch Travis.
I dunno. Travis is cool, a lil different, a lil superficial. He's not my type look-wise. I labeled him as a pretty boy but murph got on my case. He's not the typical pretty boy, he's pretty unique. I dunno. In a way, I think I like him just because he likes me and since I feel so poorly about myself, I am quick to reciprocate what I'm given. He's into me, and, since I think so little of myself, just the thought of a guy liking me makes me like him, in an odd way. Blah, I had this all worded right in my head but my fingers aren't doing their job. I'm gonna stop babling and head off to class now.
I meant to read, oh well.
I really gotta study for nutrition and head to the media center so I can figure out how to get onto WebCT and get all the powerpoint notes. Must do well this year. Gotta get the grades up so I can go where I wanna go: Brisbane.
More to come later next time I manage to get on a computer.