Somebody please tell them who the eff I is
Oh man, oh man. Everyone is doing these and I am psyched!
The ZBB Johari window: tell me how I'm awesome
The ZBB Nohari window: tell me how I suck
Dude, I did the Johari first but I had the EASIEST TIME EVER doing the second one. Of course, my perceptions might be totally insane. We'll see!
I am, um, busy. And stuff. The number of little snot monsters enrolled in some of the classes I teach doubled, and I'm looking for a second job, and filling out applications to maybe run away to Spain, and also frantically trying to do some writing, any writing, I get paid for. I'm not gone from fandom, exactly, but definitely BRBing. I am writing a story right now for myself about a couple who finds a pet unicorn. NOTHING HAPPENS AND NOTHING IS EXPLAINED. I am working in the fine traditions of magical realism!
Right now I also have this gnarly road rash on my left calf. I might eta with a picture in a bit.
So, last week: weight lift work outs with trainer Tues-Wed-Thurs, running three miles Fri-Sat, and then, Saturday night, glorious super fun awesome clubbing time.
Cue Sunday morning, blindly groping for the dog's leash to take him out to pee. Note that the day before I had climbed bridges (my usual running route was closed!), and then danced in hellacious platforms before prancing around many city blocks in said platforms.
In sneakers and daisy dukes, I tripped over a one foot tall ledge. Yes. There was grass everywhere else, mind you. I was standing in the middle of a pocket park. I fell with my shin exactly on the only concrete structure within ten feet of me.
A bunch of homeless dudes actually stood up to holler at me--YOU OKAY, GIRL?
"YES FINE," I burbled happily, having immediately sprung upright again, "HAH. FINE. YES."
Then ten minutes later: FUCK, ow, what.
Anyway, it's not that bad. I used to skateboard without pads on, so I had worse than this all the time. The cool thing is that I'm using some of that new skin liquid bandage stuff for the first time! That is the flakiness you see. It is pretty cool so far; my leg is not scabbing up hard, and so has a lot more flexibility.
It's apparently still gnarly though, because some people are wincing when they see this under the tattered hem of my short shorts. Apparently you're supposed to hide your wounds or whatever.
What? It's warming up. I am basically only going to wear comic book shirts+cutoffs until winter when I'm not at work now, unless I'm in a bikini and at the beach.
The ZBB Johari window: tell me how I'm awesome
The ZBB Nohari window: tell me how I suck
Dude, I did the Johari first but I had the EASIEST TIME EVER doing the second one. Of course, my perceptions might be totally insane. We'll see!
I am, um, busy. And stuff. The number of little snot monsters enrolled in some of the classes I teach doubled, and I'm looking for a second job, and filling out applications to maybe run away to Spain, and also frantically trying to do some writing, any writing, I get paid for. I'm not gone from fandom, exactly, but definitely BRBing. I am writing a story right now for myself about a couple who finds a pet unicorn. NOTHING HAPPENS AND NOTHING IS EXPLAINED. I am working in the fine traditions of magical realism!
Right now I also have this gnarly road rash on my left calf. I might eta with a picture in a bit.
So, last week: weight lift work outs with trainer Tues-Wed-Thurs, running three miles Fri-Sat, and then, Saturday night, glorious super fun awesome clubbing time.
Cue Sunday morning, blindly groping for the dog's leash to take him out to pee. Note that the day before I had climbed bridges (my usual running route was closed!), and then danced in hellacious platforms before prancing around many city blocks in said platforms.
In sneakers and daisy dukes, I tripped over a one foot tall ledge. Yes. There was grass everywhere else, mind you. I was standing in the middle of a pocket park. I fell with my shin exactly on the only concrete structure within ten feet of me.
A bunch of homeless dudes actually stood up to holler at me--YOU OKAY, GIRL?
"YES FINE," I burbled happily, having immediately sprung upright again, "HAH. FINE. YES."
Then ten minutes later: FUCK, ow, what.
Anyway, it's not that bad. I used to skateboard without pads on, so I had worse than this all the time. The cool thing is that I'm using some of that new skin liquid bandage stuff for the first time! That is the flakiness you see. It is pretty cool so far; my leg is not scabbing up hard, and so has a lot more flexibility.
It's apparently still gnarly though, because some people are wincing when they see this under the tattered hem of my short shorts. Apparently you're supposed to hide your wounds or whatever.
What? It's warming up. I am basically only going to wear comic book shirts+cutoffs until winter when I'm not at work now, unless I'm in a bikini and at the beach.