I'm through with playing by the rules/Of someone else's game
with the crew/paintball kids in PA this weekend for ion, i'm taking the weekend to not get dressed and mellow out.
with my 53.25gigs of music, i'm quite content to sit here with headphones on and do nothing.
i'm back at TJ's officially. just finished my first week. won't be working weekends tho, hallelujah. so i lied to get that, big deal. that place sucks.
it's just how i remembered it. choas. shitty. dirty. petty.
and the new kids are really freaking weird. i mean, the people who were there when i last left are mostly intact and that's great, but some of the new hires worry me.
about two weeks ago, i took a misstep in my kitchen and hurt my ankle. it snapped to about 90 degrees, and i actually heard this snap/crack sound. (it's the worst thing i've ever heard). i really thought i had broken it, but nope, it just hurt a lot but i walked it off basically. so it was a sprain.
well last weekend, it was swollen and hurting me a lot. in my actual ankle, it's just constant dull pain through the ankle, down my foot and up my leg a bit. it went away after a few days.
but now these last few days, it's just been constant pain once again. and this time it's not going away.
i'm calling in to the doc on monday for an appointment because it shouldn't still be hurting this bad and this long. i'm worried i may have somehow cracked or slipped or damaged my ankle in a way i haven't done before.
"it's all right, we'll just turn around at the next barn."
"there's three things us city girls can do: swear, speed, and spend money."
"whoa there critter, settle down."
last weekend was a roadtrip with rach to see nora&mal. we hooked up with nora in fulton and then drove to lowville and stayed at mal's.
to stand at a wal-mart and look out over rolling hills of fields and only see a few barns and houses was jaw-dropping.
i never considered myself a city girl and now i realize just how bad of one i am.
i got way too drunk on saturday night and produced some lovely stomach pyrotechnics as a result. first time in YEARS i've done that. so didn't miss it.
overall, it totally solidified that i love those girls. if/when i transfer to naz, i think i'll be over joyed and content with them.
i still want to go on another road trip. a bigger road trip of sorts. one with no one waiting on the other side. one where we're totally on our own, where what we're seeing is totally unknown and unexpected.
i'm so green lately you should just call me 'Frog.'
i wish i was back at school because i want to be back on my own. i hate having to watch her get drunk all the time. i hate having to answer to others. it's funny in that way. at college, i seem to have less responsibilities than when i'm home. i'm declaring my future there, and yet i feel so much more free.
upcoming hockey season shall be wicked interesting for the sabres. we've lost some big deals, but we're kept the younger guys who can probably hold their own. it'll be a very hit or miss season i think. without some of the vets to guide the guys, it's hard to say if they'll be able to produce as well. i like to think the young guys learned enough to fill the holes easily, but we are the sabres.
never get your hopes up in buffalo.
new tattoos soon should help me out in more ways than they'll hurt.
hopefully.
Hands touch, eyes meet
Sudden silence, sudden heat
Hearts leap in a giddy whirl
He could be that boy
But I'm not that girl:
Don't dream too far
Don't lose sight of who you are
Don't remember that rush of joy
He could be that boy
I'm not that girl
Ev'ry so often we long to steal
To the land of what-might-have-been
But that doesn't soften the ache we feel
When reality sets back in
Blithe smile, lithe limb
She who's winsome, she wins him
Gold hair with a gentle curl
That's the girl he chose
And Heaven knows
I'm not that girl:
Don't wish, don't start
Wishing only wounds the heart
I wasn't born for the rose and the pearl
There's a girl I know
He loves her so
I'm not that girl
Wicked Musical - I'm Not That Girl
with my 53.25gigs of music, i'm quite content to sit here with headphones on and do nothing.
i'm back at TJ's officially. just finished my first week. won't be working weekends tho, hallelujah. so i lied to get that, big deal. that place sucks.
it's just how i remembered it. choas. shitty. dirty. petty.
and the new kids are really freaking weird. i mean, the people who were there when i last left are mostly intact and that's great, but some of the new hires worry me.
about two weeks ago, i took a misstep in my kitchen and hurt my ankle. it snapped to about 90 degrees, and i actually heard this snap/crack sound. (it's the worst thing i've ever heard). i really thought i had broken it, but nope, it just hurt a lot but i walked it off basically. so it was a sprain.
well last weekend, it was swollen and hurting me a lot. in my actual ankle, it's just constant dull pain through the ankle, down my foot and up my leg a bit. it went away after a few days.
but now these last few days, it's just been constant pain once again. and this time it's not going away.
i'm calling in to the doc on monday for an appointment because it shouldn't still be hurting this bad and this long. i'm worried i may have somehow cracked or slipped or damaged my ankle in a way i haven't done before.
"it's all right, we'll just turn around at the next barn."
"there's three things us city girls can do: swear, speed, and spend money."
"whoa there critter, settle down."
last weekend was a roadtrip with rach to see nora&mal. we hooked up with nora in fulton and then drove to lowville and stayed at mal's.
to stand at a wal-mart and look out over rolling hills of fields and only see a few barns and houses was jaw-dropping.
i never considered myself a city girl and now i realize just how bad of one i am.
i got way too drunk on saturday night and produced some lovely stomach pyrotechnics as a result. first time in YEARS i've done that. so didn't miss it.
overall, it totally solidified that i love those girls. if/when i transfer to naz, i think i'll be over joyed and content with them.
i still want to go on another road trip. a bigger road trip of sorts. one with no one waiting on the other side. one where we're totally on our own, where what we're seeing is totally unknown and unexpected.
i'm so green lately you should just call me 'Frog.'
i wish i was back at school because i want to be back on my own. i hate having to watch her get drunk all the time. i hate having to answer to others. it's funny in that way. at college, i seem to have less responsibilities than when i'm home. i'm declaring my future there, and yet i feel so much more free.
upcoming hockey season shall be wicked interesting for the sabres. we've lost some big deals, but we're kept the younger guys who can probably hold their own. it'll be a very hit or miss season i think. without some of the vets to guide the guys, it's hard to say if they'll be able to produce as well. i like to think the young guys learned enough to fill the holes easily, but we are the sabres.
never get your hopes up in buffalo.
new tattoos soon should help me out in more ways than they'll hurt.
hopefully.
Hands touch, eyes meet
Sudden silence, sudden heat
Hearts leap in a giddy whirl
He could be that boy
But I'm not that girl:
Don't dream too far
Don't lose sight of who you are
Don't remember that rush of joy
He could be that boy
I'm not that girl
Ev'ry so often we long to steal
To the land of what-might-have-been
But that doesn't soften the ache we feel
When reality sets back in
Blithe smile, lithe limb
She who's winsome, she wins him
Gold hair with a gentle curl
That's the girl he chose
And Heaven knows
I'm not that girl:
Don't wish, don't start
Wishing only wounds the heart
I wasn't born for the rose and the pearl
There's a girl I know
He loves her so
I'm not that girl
Wicked Musical - I'm Not That Girl