I seriously couldn’t. I lifted my head and tried to shift my body, turning to face the left side of my bed instead of the right, but the ensuing pain was excruciating. I couldn’t even move my legs. I was paralyzed.
Now, hours later, I’ve managed to get up and move about in the apartment, but my body still feels at odds. It is as if the entire back side of my body (my back, my butt, my legs) is sore, while the front side (I don’t know, is this sensation even possible?) is completely functional. I can’t even walk properly without enduring some sort of pain, I basically waddle around like an old cripple.
And the worst part of all, I can’t think of a single reason as to why my body is acting this way. Yesterday, I had played in a Capture the Flag tournament, got a few scrapes and bumps, but nothing I haven’t handled before. Then later on that night I went out to a couple of bars, danced, did the usual. Nothing whatsoever that could possibly lead to me waking up at 7:41 in the morning completely paralyzed.
Sadly enough, the weather today was absolutely gorgeous. Sunny, warm, and beautiful. But the closest I could get to fully enjoying it was opening my window and basking in the warmth that would breeze through playfully. I feared that I would not even make it down the stairs to the outside world (going down a flight of stairs isn’t the problem, I’ve discovered – it’s going up the damn stairs), so I was left to bum around in the apartment all day. Hmph.
This seriously just made my night. Manu Ginobili, mad mad props to you.
Apparently the bat was circling around the arena, much to the annoyance of everyone. So my second-favorite Argentinean ever (Andrés Nocioni will always be my first ) decided to swat the thing down and escort it out. And the season’s not even a full week old yet!
I think something seriously must be wrong with my calendar skills. This is the second time in a row that I have misread a date and therefore wrote down an appointment in the wrong slot. If it weren’t for the e-mails and reminders I keep getting, I surely would not have realized that the workshop I registered for on the 27th is actually tomorrow, not Wednesday. Ugh.
The other night I went clubbing for the first time in months. It was, needless to say, an interesting night. Perhaps one of the most glaring errors I committed that night was my choice of attire. There were two other girls in the club wearing the same bloody dress as me. It was horrible. I have never before been in that kind of situation before. But in all honesty, I had done it to myself, having worn a dress from Forever 21. So really, there’s not much else I can do but beat my head against my desk in frustration. But the night, overall, was fun. Music was amazing, and the Long Island I had was even more so.
I’m having a devil of a time right now trying to get back into the swing of things. After my last exam last week, I seem to have completely shut down. I’ve got 3 novels to read this week, a reading total of God knows how many pages. Not to mention a presentation in Spanish on Thursday, and an article to do for Demand Studios by Wednesday. Blaaarghhh.
I know it seems that all I ever seem to talk about is school and work, but I guess it’s because there’s nothing else for me to talk about so earnestly. School has taken over my life. x_x
For the first time in a really long time, I feel like I can actually breathe. With all my exams out of the way as well as most of my papers, I actually have time to do fun things I feel like I haven’t done in ages. Like go out, which hopefully I shall be doing later on tonight. It’s been a while.
I’m all home alone in the apartment right now, and I can’t decide whether it’s a good thing or a bad thing. While I feel incredibly relaxed and peaceful, I’m also rather lonely. I’ve been alone for about 3 hours now and I’m starting to resort to twiddling my thumbs. I don’t understand this, because lately I’ve been getting slightly annoyed with my roommates. Not for any particular reason, I believe I just get annoyed really easily.
I got new kicks over the weekend. Puma. I hate to sound so materialistic, but I effing love them.
Halloween is next weekend, and I don’t know what I’m doing. I know it shouldn’t be a big deal, and I think it’s rather hilarious how college students seem to be more concerned about Halloween than the little trick-or-treaters themselves, but hey, I’m a college student and therefore I’m concerned. I’m not too keen on doing another group costume with my roommates again this year, mostly because we can’t come up with a good group costume. So I’ve been torn between doing Ugly Betty or Lara Croft. But then my friend came up with another idea the other night (being a Luvabull, which I think is a BRILLIANT idea), and I’m torn between that too.
I’m getting ready to embark on quite the tumultuous adventure for the next 24 hours. I honestly have no idea how I’m going to physically and mentally survive it all. I have an exam on Tuesday morning for my International Relations class, which I seriously need to ace if I want a chance at an A in that class. But I also have to read The Satanic Verses by Salman Rushdie for Tuesday, because my English professor basically warned us beforehand of a pop quiz. He wasn’t too happy that the discussion last Thursday was basically mute, so if I don’t want him to be giving me death stares on Tuesday, then I had better read the book (which is amazing so far, but also quite lengthy). And on top of it all, I’m working tomorrow night.
No sleep for me for the next couple of days, I suppose.
I went home over the weekend, which was not quite the most amazing fantastical weekend I thought it would be. I felt like I basically popped in for 48 hours, then left. It was not enough. I feel like I need to be home right now. Things are not too happy around the house, and I want to know that everything’s OK. I’ve always been the caretaker, the mediator, and I just want to be home so I can take care of things that need to be taken care of. Moreover, I just want everyone to be bloody happy for once. And I can’t do that if I’m all the way over here, stressing over stupid exams and reading loads.
) decided to swat the thing down and escort it out. And the season’s not even a full week old yet!
