So Thursday last I go bebopping up into the gym at school, about 4pm to do my Thursday legs workout. I go over to just one of the torture machines, and begin to take the 100 lb weight plates off so I can put my measly 45's on. I go to roll the plate out of the doorway and get *almost* there when BAM! the stupid thing FALLS ON MY FOOT! My big toe is now purple. It was green. So this mornng, when I go to put my tennis shoes on, I almost fall over from the contact of shoe hitting big toe bone. It's a good thing that I'm going see Dr. Jacobson at the Hughston tomorrow. Stupid me.
Then, again Thursday, after I dropped the weight, I had to drive to Auburn for my softball games. I'm in the parking lot when Brock gets there and tells me that Kent, our "coach" (and I use that term loosely), has pulled the "team" (again used loosely) out of the league for the season. FOR THE SEASON!!! What kind of coach gets tired of losing and decides to quit?!!
To add insult to injury.... last night my other softball team played (this one is the Columbus team with Bo, Noah and Wes)... well, as usual, we didn't have enough girls. Something about finals and some other crap. For me, I was there with a busted toe, a final on Thursday, and I'm moving across the country in a week and a half. It was an hour out of my day that I committed to. So there we were, our last two girls in the parking lot, and the fat lard of a "coach" on the other team said that we had to forfeit. Dude. It's not like we've actually won a game or anything. Your chances of winning increase by the thousands when you play us. Not two minutes after the head umpire declares a forfeit, our girls come running. The funny (well, funny as in stick a knife in your gut) thing about all of that is that we beat 'em in runs. The fat lard -- well lets just say that his fat head was the target for several throws by a few of our outfielders (well only one really), the pitcher, and if I had ever gotten the chance to throw a double play ball... mine too. Stupid lard.
I used to be obsessed with The Facebook. I know... the first step is admitting when you have a problem. I've gotten over mine. But these girls & guys whose pictures are of them and their boyfriend/girlfriend... ugh, it makes me want to puke. Geez, do they think that EVERYONE wants to see their cutesy little outfit with their boyfriend's arms wrapped snuggly around them? Like I need to be reminded that I'm alone. Gee thanks. If they've got a picture of them and their significant other... surely there's one of just them alone. Like Leslie -- her and her boyfriend Nick were at a wedding like two weekends ago. Both of their facebook pictures are just them... ONE PERSON. I'm sure that there's pictures of the two of them together and you don't see Leslie putting her's and Nick's picture on her facebook profile do you now? No, I didn't think so.
I have to be off -- shower, then have to go down to the office, then to class... my last one -- YAY!!
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