Soooo it's been a little bit. I broke my elbow, couldn't type, and now I'm frustrated with not being able to use my right hand that I took the crap off of it and am using it despite it being broken and hurting like a mofo. So much for becoming an expert rollerblader by June 15th, apparently my stopping techniques weren't up to par. No worries though, I will get it down by the end of the summer for sure. Next summer's goal will be to conquer playing hockey while on rollerblades...I'm sure more broken bones will result.
I wish I wasn't so clumsy. It seems like I'm tripping or falling or hitting something at least a few times a day. Speaking of, it's been almost a year since the fateful Bambi incident, and I told John he has to drive me everywhere on May 11 because I am not driving anywhere. This also means that I can FINALLY see a plastic surgeon about doing something with my arm. I wasn't going to fix it, but then I realized I dont want to look like my arm was gnawed at by a mountain lion for the rest of my life.
We're having a BBQ at work tomorrow, I am pretty excited. I love working there and I adore my residents. They're so cute, I hope I'm as cute as them when I'm really old. They come out with the funniest things, the other day one of them asked if I was available and when I told him no, he was all "Damn, I sure missed out." At least it keeps my confidence up. haha.
I'm really tired and have gotten into a bad habit of going to bed at 11 and being really tired all day. I want to cut my hair short again.
