I totally forgot, and now my Thursday night has been MADE. It’s hardly Castle, but it fills a very small piece of the void and might just been what I need to get through these last 10 days of school.
The joys of living far enough away that it just isn’t worth going home only to have to turn around and come back in rush hour traffic for the end of the year performance. SHOOT ME NOW.
11 more days. 10 1/2 really. GAH.
- Him: *stops reading to me* Hey, guess what... My mom has a friend that owns 3 ice cream trucks.
- Me: Oh really?
- Him: Yeah. And in the summer he comes by our house and we get free ice cream....because he's my mom's friend.
- Me: *WOW FACE* =0
- Him: *head wink, nod* I know, right?
Yup. I never really had the desire to join a gym because I’m so damn lazy when it comes to working out, but a good friend of mine talked me into a family plan, and it’s literally 2 minutes from my house, PLUS I get to wail on a punching bag for an hour. I HAVE MISSED THAT SO MUCH, YOU HAVE NO IDEA.
Back story, I was in Tae-Kwon-Do for like 6 years, made it to Brown 2nd Degree, and then had to drop out because with college it just got to be too much. I’ve missed that physical kind of workout ever since. It’s so much more satisfying than running on a treadmill or lifting weights, ya know? Hitting something just feels like you’re getting the pay off. And damn, is it physical. It’s been almost 2 hours and I’m still feeling the burn. Tomorrow is gonna SUUUUUCK. But if I can just push past that transitional period, I KNOW this was the right choice. I’m gonna get back in shape, gosh darnnit. And when I say in shape, I mean trim a few pounds and look/feel healthier. I’m not overweight, but I’m FAR from being in shape and I want that to change. Even if it means keeping a picture of Jennifer Garner and Stana Katic in my wallet to motivate me. LOL!
*hugs* re: the funeral.
Sorry, that sounded really cold. It’s a co-worker, but I haven’t really even been there that long or know her beyond the occasional hello, and I just feel weird and out of place going, but at the same time, feel the social work pressure of being supportive, ya know? Does that make me a horrible person? *sigh*