um.
i don't wanna study anymore. can we stop playing grownup now?
i'm just kidding, but... no really, it's not that easy. the situation at work is evil. i've had to work the worst shifts, either completely dead morning server shifts, or ass-kickingly busy shifts as a cashier. oh yeah, and i broke my wrist. as in, fractured my distal radius bone and have a cast. i still have to go to work and still have to do crazy homework and studying, though, only now i can't ride my bike.
riding the bus to work isn't too bad, but walking to class is killer. the speed of the road, getting home all out-of-breath and feeling awesome, wind in your hair... cycling is important to me and i don't know why it had to be taken away. i got the stitches out of my chin, but it's still a swollen mess that will probably scar. ugh.
i guess complaining on the internet is what i needed to do. i can't really complain to my roommates, or my parents, or my boyfriend or friends cause, well, they don't really get it. it's one thing to be empathetic, but i don't even want to hear myself talk. i don't want to tell another person how i broke my wrist, especially especially at work. MY WRIST IS IN A CAST. I KNOW THIS. PLEASE STOP DESCRIBING IT TO ME. ok, i feel a little better.
i'm just kidding, but... no really, it's not that easy. the situation at work is evil. i've had to work the worst shifts, either completely dead morning server shifts, or ass-kickingly busy shifts as a cashier. oh yeah, and i broke my wrist. as in, fractured my distal radius bone and have a cast. i still have to go to work and still have to do crazy homework and studying, though, only now i can't ride my bike.
riding the bus to work isn't too bad, but walking to class is killer. the speed of the road, getting home all out-of-breath and feeling awesome, wind in your hair... cycling is important to me and i don't know why it had to be taken away. i got the stitches out of my chin, but it's still a swollen mess that will probably scar. ugh.
i guess complaining on the internet is what i needed to do. i can't really complain to my roommates, or my parents, or my boyfriend or friends cause, well, they don't really get it. it's one thing to be empathetic, but i don't even want to hear myself talk. i don't want to tell another person how i broke my wrist, especially especially at work. MY WRIST IS IN A CAST. I KNOW THIS. PLEASE STOP DESCRIBING IT TO ME. ok, i feel a little better.