sometimes i want to shout.
it was frigid this morning - walking to the gym with loose shorts and a thin t-shirt on.
it’s 11:00 am.
and you could tell.
it seems that whenever i am there, i can never find a machine that suits me.
one is not turned on, another’s seat is too high for my stubby legs, one is broken, and yet another has sweat dripping down the edges from it’s previous guest.
lovely.
eventually i find one, while being watched and criticized by everyone else happily riding their perfect little machines.
i get going. bikes are preferable to me, but i get bored easily.
ipods come in handy when that happens.
i find it difficult to pick just the right song to listen to while exercising.
it has to be uplifting, with a fast tempo, a good bass line.
flo rida?
hellogoodbye?
justin timberlake?
kanye west?
rihanna?
motion city?
ugh.
in the lunch-line today, they handed me a paper card, with an online address and a code. of course, if you know me, i came back and immediately entered the code. only to find at my dismay, i had to play a game to get a prize? a game? seriously?
so i dropped those water balloons on peoples heads left and right, laughing out loud while i’m doing this (pretty sure my room-mate thinks i’m crazy). After a solid 15-20 minutes of playing this monotonous game, they have the nerve to tell me that my efforts won nothing. NOTHING??
i was fuming.
my room is a mess. clothes, clean and dirty, sprawled across the floor. almost like artwork.
taking showers always makes me feel at least 20% better about life. today however, could not have gone worse.
i turn on the shower a few minutes beforehand to get it warmed up while undressing, only to find that i could have boiled a pot of potatoes with that water - after i had already experienced the temperature myself. so i turn down the heat immediately, soothing my scalding skin for a minute. i have herbal essences shampoo. i don’t buy this for the label, i buy it for the smell. it smells like paradise.
i want my hair to smell like paradise. so i use it.
unfortunately, i did not notice the thick movement of suds heading straight for my open eye in time.
now i had minor burns on my skin, and on my eyeball.
the legs were feelin a bit prickley, so i decided it would be a good time to shave.
this is a very complicated task when your shower is merely 3 ft x 3 ft.
for this process, you must sit down on the floor of the shower (gross), and swivel the shower-head away from your legs.
quickly lather up your legs in shaving cream and do your best to get every darn hair.
sounds simple, but it’s not when your foot is propped on the shower wall opposite you, above your head basically.
showers are great.
advantages to tuesday: only one class.
disadvantages: it’s math.
fortunately i had done my homework beforehand, and felt pretty refreshed with my knowledge on logarithms and exponential regression equations.
good thing, if i hadn’t been - i would have failed that pop quiz.
feeling fairly satisfied with my meal for lunch, i grabbed almost the exact same thing for dinner.
why not if you have the option to?
it made me smile.
after downing my dinner in less than 5 minutes, i plopped myself on top of my large lofted bed, and began copying down info from my abnormally humongous history book, onto sheets of paper to prepare for 6 essays all due…tomorrow.
but don’t worry. that is now finished, and well-done i might add.
i have found that at grand valley my feet get lots of abuse. every different pair of shoes i wear, creates new blisters and calluses on different areas of my foot.
my whole foot is basically raw. i don’t have enough bandaids.
if you would like to make a donation of bandaids, contact me please.
i really want barack obama to win.
i am going to go watch whatever is on television now.
maybe i’ll fall asleep early tonight.
