May 09, 2004 :: 1:45 p.m.
Root's Revenge, vol. II
Oh, man. Grace, they name is not Amanda. I am the biggest fucking klutz in the entire world. When I was running this morning, I tripped on roots twice. One of those times I actually hit the ground, and came away with a big, tender red lump on my knee and chunk of skin torn off my palm. The other time I just kind of flew forward like a moron, but managed to stop myself before any full-on face planting occurred. Ugh. There were a lot of people running on the trail today, all speeding by at a good clip and leaving me feeling like the slowest thing on two legs. It wasn't so good for the ol' self-esteem. I did lose two pounds this week, though. That was nice. Hopefully it signals the end of this dreadful plateau.
Also, I still cannot find my ties. Or my exacto knife blades. And my sewing machine is �ber-fucked, which totally shot down my craftiness last night. Not that I had the proper stuff anyway. I hate snaps. Snaps are evil. I hate my sewing machine more, though. It's like 12,000 years old and is, for all I can tell, possessed by the spirit of its crotchety late-old lady owner. The stitches are all loopy and bad, no matter which way I adjust the thread tension. I do not understand. I have a basic knowledge of sewing machines, but this thing is just... ugh. Evil. Which is really a shame, since now that classes are ending I'm starting to feel crafty again. I have loads of projects waiting to be started and/or finished, but without a cooperative sewing machine a goof portion of them will never even be touched. Devil machine. Every time it fucks something up, Satan smiles.
Anyway. I may well get to enjoy the deliciousness of Mama's sicillian pizza this evening, which pleases me to no end. I love that pizza. LOVE. So much that I think nothing of making the 40-minutes-each-way trip to get it. It's seriously the best stuff ever. And also probably responsible for a good bit of the 30 pounds I gained while at LVC. So while it's good that I don't live near it anymore, I'm certainly gung-ho about visiting. Mmm, pizza. Someone seriously needs to write an epic love ode to pizza, for there is no finer food.
Adam is coming over in a bit, and then we will possibly round up Joe and Joe to accompany us. Because that way if we have to buy a whole pizza, I won't be able to eat half of it. It's insurance, you see, as much as it is good company. I think, since I have nothing pressing to do, that I'll take the dog out for a bit before Adam comes by. Good for him (the dog, not Adam), good for me. Everyone's happy and I get to leave this godforsaken tomb of a house and absorb some extra vitamin D. I always thought it was odd that you absorb vitamins from sunlight.
Ciao.
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