|Current music:||Ben Folds-The Luckiest|
I don't get many things right the first time...
So Marquette Mandy used to have the lyrics to the song "The Luckiest" as her AIM info a while back, and I really didn't pay much attn. But as of late almost all LJ peeps I read have dl'd this song and cried and cried and cried about it. So I figure I'd give it a shot, I didn't think I'd be cryee about it, since I'm not really in a situation to apply the song to my life as of now. But the piano is so damn enchanting. Fuck you, Ben Folds, I think I may start to cry, too.
so, I haven't been too productive lately, I sleep and go to class. I just received a new credit card, perhaps I'll do some damage with it, which would also count as a contribution to the American Economy...since I'm a v. proud american...
so, the other day i decided since I feel extra lazy that I'd go for a run. I think i had simply forgotten that i can't/don't run. so, i cheerfully started a brisk walk/which started my AM jog on Thursday. I ran for about .0056 of a mile, it was horrible. but i was too proud, since the run was along a golf course and the same people who same me start the run were the same golfers who saw me stop running. so, instead of turning around to go back home, I had to save face and so I walked all the way through these neighborhoods just to get home. It was horrible, as the hour went on i swear every gardeners' truck and construction worker stopped to make a comment or honk or give me a leering stare. I finally got to the point where I could easily go to Lauren's house, so i walk up to her door and knock/ring the hell out of it. actually, i knocked twice...still, no lauren answering the door. so w/o anyone to save me and give me a ride home, i walked all the way home. while i walked through the door, sunburned and lungs heaving, i was informed i had a Dr's appt for my now not so broken foot. perfect timing, me.