Romance at its Finest

Tonight I plan on at least spending the evening at Colin's house. I have it all planned out: Dinner with Bobbie then cleaning out my car. We seemed to share it for about a week when he was moving out of his house. It still has a bunch of his crap in it, and I never cleaned it after our trip up north. Needless to say, its a borderline biohazard. I think I'll be able to fenagle Colin into this extremely boring job because it will involve both a shopvac and a power washer. Lets hope anyway.

On another note, I figure I'll bitch with everyone when I say, "$3.20 for a gallon of unleaded?!? I drive an SUV for goodness sake! And its not like I can keep up my offroading habit with a Prius!" Why do I have to love my Jeep so much? Oh wait because its one badass gas guzzling Cherokee.

A lot of me misses Janet right now. I could fill her up for less than $12 when I turned 16. She had a 12 gallon tank. The Jeep has an 18 gallon tank so that means its about 60 bucks a fill up. Damn maybe I should start looking for an old VW again...

4th Time's the Charm

I have decided to do something I was sure I wouldn't ever do: drop a history seminar, especially b/c the seminars are graduate level and usually much more interesting. However, some of you may be aware of my inability to pass math 1825, yes 1825. This semester I have that math class, and I am determined to pass it. I hear math 110 is easier, and luckily when I finish that I'm done with math for good and forever. So, in order to focus on that math class, and my ISP, I've dropped the seminar. It was all about the legal specifics and implications of the Treaty of Guadalupe Hidalgo. A 5th grader should know what that Treaty is, so I'm going to assume you do. If you don't, I have plenty of suggested history reading for you, b/c it sounds like you might want to catch up, thats just common knowlege. The class, on the other hand, involved much more than simply knowing what the Treaty was. This seminar called for reading 7 books, a 400 page "packet", a few papers, then a 30-50 page analysis on one legal aspect of the Treaty as the final. Under most circumstances, I would LOVE a class like that (you know I'm telling the truth there, writing+history= Sandra's ideal future). This semester though, its going to have to be requirements before the last history class I ever have to take :(. Its alright though, the more I think about it, I want my final history seminar to be about something I'm really interested in, I want to go out with a bang (Teddy Roosevelt anyone?).

Also, now, with one less class I can finally get back to work and start saving up for my own place- roommate free (Although I'd take CPD back any day), except for the occasional boyfriend sleeping over. Its been really sucky this week, Colin hasn't moved into the Baily St. co-op yet, and we don't have much of a chance to see one another right now. Although we did have quite a talk last Sunday morning, and that is making missing him even better. If you're extra tight with me you'll know what I'm talking about, or you will shortly. If you're not, well sorry, but its personal.

Update on the leg: no real cast!!!! Yay! And since the bone is healing together alot straighter than they had thought, and its growing together quicker than they expected. SO no pins, and no real cast. I do have to wear this stupid knee stabilizer thing for at least 2 more weeks, when I get more x-rays, and hopefully get to take this mofo off. I just still have to limp about and I'm so going to need to buy a few more skirts- since I can't wear pants over this.

Also, I conquered a great fear of mine today, and it turns out it was a good idea. I went to the dentist, hoping to get the little chip on my front tooth fixed and my teeth cleanedd. Well I'll have that chip fixed in about a month, and my teeth were super clean. I did find out that since I clench my teeth so much (in my sleep I think mostly, otherwise I hope I would notice it) that I have a TMD, and molars way too flat and ground down for a 23 year old. Basically, I'm only supposed to open my mouth as far as right before my jaw pops out of its socket and the joint's disk slips- which is about an inch, so that means little bites, avoiding yawning, and having a dissapointed boyfriend, haha. This might suck because my jaw pops EVERY time I talk or open my mouth at all. Apparently this can cause trouble down the road (although not that far since I've been working at breaking my jaw/teeth at an incredible rate) like having surgery involving metal and screws and my jaw. So there won't be anymore jaw clenching if I can help it, yay for getting a bite plate- sexy. I guess I should mentioned this to the dentist earlier, since this has been happening since HS. Ooops.

The chipped tooth was entirely my fault. Drinking, posh shoes, and uneven pavement do not go together.

On another note, I'm feeling pretty old these days. Since I'm taking all the requirements for the University I put off so I could take my history and and other fun courses, I'm in classes with people alot younger than me. Its cute watching freshmen flirt with each other. I assume they will be asking me to buy them beer within a week. Good God.

Golden Tag

I finally got my handicap tag today, or as I see it, the golden ticket. Too bad ALOT of other people on campus have them too. I had my first day of classes, and decided I would rather have 2 classes and work my ass off to save up enough money to get my own place, than have 3 classes where the final is a 30-50 page paper on my prefered legal aspected of the Treaty of Gaudalupe Hidalgo. If I'm writing that much, it will be about something I enjoy and don't find boring.

Colin got a room in his brother's co-op so now he'll have his own place again (what a rough two weeks) and I will have a place to crash in EL so I can still do the bars on the weekends.

Still have a broken leg, it does not feel good after the walking today. Also, I'm old. I'm finishing up my requirements so I'm in classes with freshmen and sophomores. Damnit for finishing up my major requirements before my university ones. Irk.

I'll be spending the night in Bath, not tomorrow :( but on Wed. A few of you know whats been going on, or you will if you're one of those in the know about my private life.

I have reading to do, peace.

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

I want to wish my sweetheart Colin P.F. a happy 27th birthday today. Much love <3

This post may be hazardous to your keyboard

I want to formally apologize to Collin P. Davy for making him break off the "L" key on his laptop when I sent him this picture.

Our conversation went a little like this:
Sandyd120: that is a molerat
Bpbimmer: ew
Sandyd120: it looks like a 3.5 in uncircumsized penis with teeth, don't you think?
Bpbimmer: OOHHHHHHHH
Bpbimmer: ew ew ew ew ew ea;ltjeisb';yh0oh6vnq3s
Sandyd120: i dont even recognize those characters
Bpbimmer: you made me snap off my L key
Bpbimmer: you biotch
Sandyd120: no way
Bpbimmer: it poppped out of my keyboard
Bpbimmer: my fingers spasmed on the keyboard when you sent that and one went flying
Sandyd120: god i wish we ;lived in the same apartment still.

Why did I wish we lived in the same apartment for that conversation? Easy.
I would have been in my red room, typing over to CPD in his green room, who would probably be sitting on his right foot, hunched over his laptop, slowly but efficiently consuming his second sleeve of oreos. Given the time of night, he'd be clad in athletic socks- pulled up with stripes on the top that match his gap printed boxers that are serving as his shorts, and a t-shirt, I'm going to guess it would be white. I would have sent that image and observation, and I would have heard the unmistakable CPD scream/squeal/yell, followed by several "ew's" and "ahhhhhh! how could you say thats????". There would jumping up and down and much scolding involved on his part. I'd most likely pee my pants laughing, as he yelled "NO!" repeatedly, and "I said don't send those to me's!!", pointing a finger at me, while standing freaked out in my doorway.

It was still alright though b/c I could hear him all the way from Chicago anyway. Gotta love me the CPD.

My Friend Kate!

This is us playing with our hair in the PB, looking not at all dorky.

I miss my friend Kate P. Although I think we're pretty lucky to have internet, so we can still swap stories, thoughts and advice. We can be on separate sides of the country but still hanging out, just not in person. We seem to know a lot of the same people, friends and friends through friends, that type of thing. Makes sense given we've been running in the same circles since middle school.Here is a list of things we may or may not have in common with one another, because so often we agree on things most people don't. She can leave a response if I get some of these right. Keep in mind I'm guessing on some of this, I dont know I might get it wrong and find out Kate absolutely hates music or something (9).

1. We both like guns! All kinds, you name it- KILL KILL KILL. Haha minus the kill part, actually we don't care much about guns, but I've shot a few before and I think she wants to.

2. On Sunday nights we'd try and finish our homework together, or call each other to get the assignments we'd lost over the weekend. Also, she is one of two people who have ever tried to teach me how to rive a manual, and even though I still don't know how, I thank her for trying.

3. We have an affinity for spirits. More than just a tipple here and there, I have to say, looking back at some of our nights hanging out, we can get de-runk.

4. We like boys who run in the same circles, historically speaking, I think this holds true.

5. The limp bizkit song "no sex" was our anthem, and not b/c we were being abstinent.

6. We're blonde. Mostly.

7. We have immature senses of humor, and laugh at things seventh grade boys probably do. For instance, earlier I was turning to the learning channel and I got there and here's what I told Kate:
Sandyd120: I was flipping thru the channels and im like "that's an outline of a penis erecting!!" I was expecting a home decorating show' apparently this comment, "cracked her shit up"

8. We were both in sororities, different ones for different lengths of time.

9. I know she likes music, well you know what, I do too. We saw the Backstreet boys, blink182, Fenix tx, dashboard. Maybe mustard plug or something.

10. We both have really big breasts. Depending on your definition of "really" and "big".

11. In HS we would go to cap cafe and talk about whatever was happening in each others lives and those lives of other people we knew.

12. We have very similar views about marriage and relationships, and I'm not going to get into what those views are, but I think I can say we have a pretty mature understanding and informed attitude about them. I think she would agree that we are not exactly "virginal" but certainly not slutty by any reasonable standards.

13. A small piece of Kate and Sandra history: (first refer to number 4. And refresh your memory) I have never made out with Kate, however, I have made out in the same car she was making out in at the same time, got it on on the same beach she was getting it on at, at the same time, um, same basement same time. I think that's it, and it wasn't kinky you perverts, we would double date back in the day, we just were in semi-close proximity (feet people, several, many feet) to each other. Looking back, we've come to the conclusion, maybe that was kinda lame. Also, I'm not sure why I shared this, I think because I only just remembered it this evening.

14. We have a wealth of knowledge about the facts of life, and I think we could write a book, and a lot of confused individuals might figure some real shit out. Over the years, especially during college, I can't remember how many times we had apiphanies (I really don't know how to spell this word) about all sorts of things while talking, many of which could be helpful to alot of people. And they have been, I've tested a few of our theories out on other friends in similar predicaments, and yes, they are helpful.

15. This is a good place to stop b/c its our average number, kind of. I didn't do the math with anything but my head so its probably off a bit..

Well, this was awfully incoherent post, but I'm really hungry and sitting in a really uncomfortable position on the floor so deal with it. I miss Kate a lot, but she doesn't seem that far away, since she's still been there for me and let me ramble on about stuff no one else will listen to, which means a lot. I'm very excited for her to get her fine ass back to EL and party it up!

Take your pants back off

About a month or so ago I saw a commercial in a magazine or on TV or something for kool-aid. Now I watched a lot of cartoons in the late eighties and early nineties, and I remember Kool-aid commercials. It was always a bunch of kids sitting around a picnic table in an extra-sunny backyard looking pretty bored. They also had to be next to a big brick fence wall (looking back, I never knew anyone who had a giant brick wall in their backyard. Although, I suppose it could have been their house but that really doesn't make sense because the Kool-aid man destroys the wall), ok the Kool-aid man crashes through the wall and then the party begins.

The Kool-aid man is a giant, anthropomorphic version of a pitcher, but with legs. The Kool-aid man I remember was naked. At least I was sure enough of that fact to notice something amiss when I caught a Kool-aid commercial in People magazine. Somehow they managed to put pants on this character. Last time I checked drinkware doesn't have genitalia, and it doesn't have legs either, for that matter. They had to put the legs on though, presumably to enable him get a running start to go crashing through all those walls and subsiquently providing sugary refreshment to bored children. I can deal with the legs, but putting pants on the Kool-aid "man" (come to think of it it could be a Kool-aid woman for all we know) in the name of modesty is just too much for me. I added pictures below to illustrate my point.

Lets also keep in mind most Warner Bros cartoon characters are naked, Disney ones too. Those cartoons came out in the early 1950's, ten years before Jeanie from I Dream of Jeanie(sp?) was aired so long as Barbara Eden kept her bellybutton covered.

I was under the impression we were a depraved, highly sexualized society. I like that about America, we're skanky, so take the pants off the Kool-aid man and let it all hang out, its not like we haven't seen it before.

God, they added a shirt too.

I hope you enjoyed the irrelevance of this post, I'm feeling much better than I was a bit ago.

You should also know, I've only had Kool-aid a few times in my life, I dug real juice. Frankly I don't even like Kool-aid, it tastes like crap.

Bitchy post watch out

I just wrote a very long, emotional entry here, and, wouldn't you know, my computer shut right off. So here's a synopsis:
-I'm not a always look on the bright side of everything person all the time, people who are can only be kidding themselves, too much of the time happiness is not the first emotion you'll have when something happens.
-I'm getting more depressed than I have been in a long time
-Wearing this knee/leg brace, being stuck in this house is driving me crazy
-My parents are freaking me out about money, not my money, theirs and how they're worrying about it and it makes for a whole hell of alot of stress in a house I'm tired of living in.
-I feel like I'm shutting out my friends because I'm the only one left in OKemos, and, after watching so many of my friends move farther away, I want to be close to my friens who I am lucky(thats selfish) enough to have still in EL.
-I want a studio apartment. I know which one and where, and why. One reason, as I was just informed, the ac is off, great. I reallllly should have gone to Colin's.
-I need a financial boost in order to get the place to live and get on with the job I have waiting for me. I can't get one right now though. Studio apartment, not job, as I said I have a job waiting.
-So I'm depressed,broken, lonely, and irked right now. I am very happy I have people who care about me, especially my overworked, sympathetic, and understanding boyfriend.

Damnit, he's taking care of his mom's house right now too, and theres a hottub. Fuck. I really should have gone over there tonight. I'll go tomorrow, maybe we'll hang out all afternoon and evening watching movies doing nothing.

I promise I'll follow this with something more pleasant.

OK, come on

I know who gave me the sore throat, but where are my keys?? I need those. Also, a new post will be up about my "I really want it apartment". And, if I play my only child card correctly, I might get a little financial boost from the 'rents, for rent. haha. Cross your fingers for me!

A little autobiography

Well I thought I'd ramble on about myself for a bit, so here it goes:
-I'm 23 years old, my birthday is January 20th, and it will be so awesome for George W Bush NOT to be innaugerated when I turn 26.
-I'm 5'7" and a half, my shoe size is 7 1/2 or 8 depending on the shoe.
-I recently went blonde, Its cool, but I do miss my brown hair b/c I think it was a pretty brown, not flat, it had a little natural red in it.
-The internet is my downfall, I'm addicted to it, especially since I've had this broken leg.
-I don't really tan unless I get burnt first, I try and avoid getting a deep tan b/c I want to have good skin when I'm older.
-I miss France, and the time I had there, the food was super and I actually lost weight.
-I don't like touching gross stuff, like fish or uncooked chicken, bugs, worm like things, etc.
-I freak out if you grab my neck or my ankles, I will freak the fuck out on you.
-As for religion I guess you could say I'm agnostic, I used the just think I was an atheist, but now I think there has to be more to life.
-I have ADD and have a hard time taking my ritalin b/c it mimicks the symptoms of my anxiety(see below).
-On the plus side, I do get to take all my tests in a separate room, have time and a half, and can get up and leave class w/o explaining myself.
-I love playing scrabble.
-If i ever got a dog I'd want a Mini Pin. They look like tiny dobermans but are cuter and alot smaller. They are not all frou frou, but they could be classified as a "yip yip dog", as Colin says
-Like most people I like to have sex, but I also like to just be close to my someone.
-I like to think of myself as a nice person, but I'm not effortlessly social, I've always been shy. I look back to elementary school and can't believe how shy I was, I've worked on it so much, but its still hard to talk to new people.
-I sleep alot because I'm always tired (see the depression bit below- the more I sleep, the worse I am feeling).
-I can relate just about anyting to the show Seinfeld, anything. Seriously, try me sometome.
-Cats are my favorite animal ever, I only have one but at one point I had 3, but two passed away.
-My cats name is Milo, and I'm really hoping to get him a kitten friend, but my Dad says he'll move out if we get another pet.
-Oh yes, I live with my parents. I just don't have 500 extra dollars a month to have an apartment right now.
-I have a record. Not my finest moment.
-People who tap in class, be it fingers or a pen, its just soooo distracting.
-I major in history, but I would like to be a writer at some point.
-At the moment I have a broken leg, and im taking a bit of darvocet, so everything I'm writing right now is a bit impaired.
-I shake all the time, its like a tremor, and theres no reason behind it, but I absolutely hate it when people comment on it.
-My favorite drink at the bar is a double vodka tonic, if I'm just chilling with people at a house, its a screwdriver all the way. I can't stomach rum anymore, I'm no longer a whiskey girl either, and I'll tell you why, whiskey makes you gain weight, I know this from personal experience.
-I smoke parliments, but never pot
-Alot of my friends are leaving the East Lansing area which really bums me out, you don't think about how much you care about people until they aren't around anymore.
-Sometimes I miss cappuchino cafe back in the day when it was the place to be.
-I always think of the worst case senario when I'm concerned about something.
-I have dealth with depression since I was about 16, and within the past 5 years or so Ive developed a nasty anxiety disorder that gets in the way of my life, alot more often than it should. I miss alot of fun things b/c I can't leave my darkened room.
-I like to read
-My family is very cool, we get along very well. My father does work too hard, but he has a very important job. He says essentially, he's running an insurance company, like PHP for instance, but instead of having thousands of people working under him making it work, he has 300. And they are always at a loss for money from the state. He also travels just about every week now. Its certainly not like it used to be but, he's really making a difference for people who would otherwise fall through the cracks. My mom is great to have around, as I've always said, she really is my best friend.
-I am an only child and everyone says they can tell- I'm sure what to make of that.
-I can sail.
-We have a sail boat and a cottage down the street from Higgins Lake, everyone who visits says its cute but looks nothing like a cottage should-- its too white and not kitchy.
-My house is the same way, I live in an Ethan Allen catalog.
-I have a boyfriend, who, like my father, works way too hard. I just realized that and I'm finding it a little creepy.
-I drive a jeep and it has pretty much been through hell and back, and could do it again if it had to. Sometimes I still miss my Golf, that was a good car.
-I'm going to write more about mr friends, especially my recently departed friends Kate, Collin and Anna.
-I'm about to take a nap, so this is done.

I am

a good girlfriend to a good boyfriend.

A Little Biography

I've realized I mention my boyfriend an awful lot in this, so I thought for those of you who don't know him, or have only met him a few times I'd fill you in on the details, and since this is my blog, and we've been together forever- it might get sappy- cope.

-His name is Colin Patrick F.
-He's 27- That means when he was a senior in Highschool (At Bath) I was an eighth grader (In Okemos)
-He's 6'1 and like 160 tops, a skinny boy, and he has the PERFECT t-shirt body
-In my opinion, he has experienced more since he graduated highschool than most people have in their entire lives.
-He really hates tomatoes and also ground beef in hamburger form not from fast food places.
-He loves the ocean but not unnatural bodies of water. He'd like a boat.
-Dobermans are his favorite dog ever, and he likes cats too.
-He used to skateboard alot and smoke pot and such when he was in late middle school and high school, he gave up the latter and still skates occasionally. (Like me, he smoked before he drank)
-He went to Western for a semester, then decided to fuck it and moved to Colorado and snowboarded every day for two years, while attending college there. He's modest, but I've seen videos of him and he is a damn good snowboarder.
-When he moved back to EL he was about to go to MSU when something absolutely unimaginably horrible happened to him and he lost his drive for a year or so. Under the circumstances, anyone would have, probably for longer.
-Then he moved to Gainesville, Florida and went to UF for two or so.
-Finally he moved back up here and within a month, we met, an have been together ever since, in fact we've talked everyday since then, except for one day when I was in France and he was down in the Keys, and once when he was at his father's cottage and didnt get any reception.
-As of this week we've been dating for 2 years and 3 months.
-He has one brother, Evan, and a sister(half) named Katie who is just about to turn 5 and is adorable.
-He has a wonderful sense of humor, and takes a while to figure out, which I love.
-He is better at computers thans anyone I have ever met before, school is too easy for him(grrr I'm jealous of that), He can also do just about whatever he wants to with cars, new or classic.
-He drives a '71 duster, mopar orange during the summer, and a '90 bmw 325is in the winter.
-He has anxiety like I do, which is so important b/c we understand what each other is going through.
-He's also accident prone, like me.
-He has a few favorite drinks- Screwdrivers, gin and tonic, and vodka and lemonade. He smokes Pall Mall lights- ick I have no idea why.
-He's a very subtle romantic, which is nice, its not over-the-top, its just very special when he is.
-Oh, the boy can COOK, hardcore, its awesome.
-Has the most perfect happytrail I've ever seen, he's also way hot. And he switches from hot to cuper cute when its just us and we're acting silly. He does a great impression of a cat <3
-He's in love with me. We're really happy just how we are although alot of people want to know if we're taking it further, but to tell you the truth, the two of us have only discussed marriage in a fleeting manner.
-He's great with kids and wants them one day.
-He's so easily social, he gets along with most anyone, I can't imagine being as comfortable as he is in new situations with new people.

Taking it Slow

I recently realized how much my life has improved from taking life slow so far during my 20's. I don't mean slow like slowly sipping my long island, or waiting it out for the right "one" to get laid, or driving below the speed limit. I mean slow as in taking the time to apreciate the world around me, I aim to see and experience things most people miss. I think they miss them because they are too wrapped up keeping up with the Jones's, they keep the blinders on to get the goal (graduate, get a job, work, secure a partner, have kids, drive a car their parents didn't buy them, etc.) I totally support these goals, but I really want to experience it all.

Take college for instance. I've gone to two, took off half a semester, found out that while I've benefited from psychology, I can't stand taking psychology courses. I've also realized that four points don't happen for me easily, but if I take a lighter class load I can get them, its abobut quality not quantity. If I had not realized that I might have graduated two years ago with a one point gpa, if thats even possible. I've taken my time perfecting the best ways to mix school and ADD, something that takes longer than 4 years. Most of my friends have graduated by now, although its interesting how many have expressed how they wished they were in my position still. I'm betting thats because they were waiting for grad school replies, or were having trouble finding a job (it seems like you're more likely to get struck by lightening than land a job you really want that puts your skills to work), or were ambivalenet about the future. I know I will be feeling all of these things in a while, but I'm in no rush. I've been able to change my mind about my possible interests more times than I can count. I have a library of information in my brain about everything from historic preservation to the Ottoman Empire, to guache. I could have a communications degree and have been working as a paper pusher in some office for the past two years, although I highly doubt I would be content, I love learning more and more about everything. I'm finding my university career to be too rewarding to speed through it, I want to really find out what I love, and I get closer every class each day, every week each semester. Too many people think not finishing your bachelors degree in anything more than 5 years is a stupid slacker, one of those "problem" people draining resources reserved for those people who do things in a timely fashion.

I also live at home. If thats not slow I don't know what is. Not really, I came home to save money so when I do move, I'll have enough money to support myself comfortably. Also I've lived in at least 5 places in the last 5 years; Abbott Hall, my sorority house, my apartment with Ange, My apartment in Ypsi, and most recently, at the Village sharing a kick ass apt with CPD. Had I done everything in 4 years, I would have missed out on all of the fun I had at any one of these places. I could have missed the mutated chipmunk in Capitol Villa, who might never have been able to walk up and down walls if it weren't for us, or how there really is no good place to do homework in a sorority house. I never would have been able to apreciate how smart my cats were had I not lived in Ypsi. And I learned so much from the VIllage experience I'll have to write a whole other post on it. I've done alot, been many places, and I've taken my sweet time with it, savouring the good, the bad, and everything in between.

As for love, which is number one in my book right now, well, thats the best to take slow. You miss to much if you rush. I credit being in a happy, stable, and trusting relationship for over 2 years. A record for me, and a surprise to Colin's friends who never pegged him as the commitment type. I guess things are a-changing. Aside from the frequent inquiries about when we are getting married (Try the merry month of maybe, not that it is anyone's business anyway), which gets a little old, we feel perfectly natural together, I cannot imagine my life with out him. Each day I learn something new, and figure him out a little bit more, its like unwrapping a present each day, with each one being more interesting and complex. For me, this is really something. Something I never thought I'd be lucky enough to have.

Ok we're getting sappy now. The slower I go, the more I learn- about school, various subjects, the world around me, my friends, my love, and what I want in a home.

Darvocet

After a late night last night, and an early morning this morning, I'm taking it easy. Its very easy to, well take it easy for a person when they are on painkillers. I can definately see how people get addicted to these. Unfortunately, they hinder my ability to write any better than a fourth grader, and shorten my alreay microscopic attention span. Longer, more interesting thoughts to come later...

OCD TV

OCD TV. Its the new wave of Television. Its all abobut the little issues and minutia.

Leave a Comment yo

"yea blogging is rough"... me. No one seems to leave a response. But I'm sure one day they will. I'm tired, and very tired of having a broken leg-- for the first 2 minutes its cool- after that-PAIN IN THE ASS. Luckily I have the best caretaker ever :)

There is a reason I've been limping

Update on the Leg: Broken Fibula. Whoo Hoo! No wonder it hurt so much. Now I get to use crutches and have this god awful leg brace/knee stabilizer thype thing. As you might have guessed, it keeps me from bending my knee. I never realized how much I enjoyed bending it until now. It looks like my weekend and week will be spent not using my left leg. Lets hope Colin will have gotten over being sick so he can come over and do stuff and dote on me. After the chin, he owes me :) Expect several more entries, I'm not going anywhere. I'll be watching the history channel in a medicated haze.

Unlucky/Don't date imposters

I suck at sports. This has always been a good thing for me, aside from having to deal with the dissapointment of not making the 7th grade volleyball team. I've always avoided injuries. Infact, aside from a few random falls and a faulty nailpolish bottle, I've never really hurt myself. Until two weeks ago, that is. I didn't want to regret missing my chance to jump off a tall dune, and, with the unrelenting encouragement from the boyfriend, I leapt. For two terrifying seconds I was in the air, then I landed. I landed, re-sprained my ankle (3rd time in 6 months), and tore a calf muscle. All was healing perfectly well, and yesterday, assuming I was entirely healed, I walked about a mile and a half to Angela's apartment. Bad choice. Now I cannot walk- at all. My knee is all swelled up and so is my calf. I have injured myself.

Aside from mentrual cramps (If you are close to me, you probably know I've gone to the hospital and literally passed out from that pain before), I have never had some injury that has made me physically ill. This shit is insane. And all because I felt the urge to walk to Angela's at 731 from Cornell st. for a party. Whats more, it turned out Ange was in the hospital. I was going to try and visit her or catch up with her today, but I can't walk, let alone down the stairs or through a hospital.

I'm wishing I could get over to Colin's tonight and we could hang out, me with my fiercely painful, puffed up leg, him with a nasty sore throat/flu type thing. That is why he didn't join me on the trek to and from 731 last night. It would be nice tonight though, I'm longing to watch some movies, cuddle up and eat some pizza.

I do have an interesting memory from when Collin Davy lived in the 731 apartments. His neighbor was having a party, and we went to have some fun. I believe it was the last time we made out, solely because it sounded fun and was completely nonsexual. I laugh thinking about it. I also met a boy at that party. I was in a weezer phase at that point in time, and this guy, whose real name escapes me, looked EXACTLY like Rivers Cuomo from weezer. Sweatervest, plastic rim glasses- the works. We dated for about a month, but he turned out to be a psychopath with performance anxiety, if you get my drift. He made me realize dating a virgins was not something I wanted to do ever again. Also, I came to the conclusion dating psychopaths really wasn't my bag either. A final piece of advice, don't date someone because they look like a celebrity, they won't get that you are avoiding their 6 times a day phone calls because you don't like them. Then they'll keep those calls up until they trick you and use an unavailible number so you answer and bitch you out for being a heartless bitch. I was just trying to avoid confrontation. Everything worked out though, I met a nice boyfriend shortly thereafter went out with him for a little over a year, had some rebound flings, then met Colin, who makes me feel like no one else has, and that doesnt seem to be ending anytime soon. Which is nice. My rambling, however, ends now.