Snap, crackle, pop

I woke up this morning so unbelievably sore and begged my parents to carry me out of bed, but they declined and told me to get over myself. For the rest of the day, every step killed and stairs were my arch enemy. Getting up and down on the toilet was equally brutal. Going to the bathroom use to give me such great pleasure, but not today. Why am I in such a state of aching misery? Let's see, 6 hours of volleyball would be the answer.

normal people, who actually work out and take care of their bodies would laugh at me and call me a wimp and truth is, I am. I've had my head buried in work and school for the last year that I failed to do anything "active" and now my body is paying the price big time. No amount of pre or post stretches helped my situation because continuous movement is somewhat a foreign concept to my body. Wow. I've been such a sloth, it's embarrassing! Well, no more excuses or complaining. I have no choice but to get this body moving again or else I will not be able to survive the "Golden Girls" volleyball league on Tuesday nights and really, I can't go on waking up every morning feeling like my body is going to snap in half.

In other news:

• I'm thinking about getting tattoos all over my face. That would be different eh?
• work is a complete blur every single day because the shit is busy.
• anxiously waiting for some scholarship news...after signing a tuition cheque for $3000, I am OFFICIALLY broke. Oh hang on, I also had to buy my $1475 plane ticket to Vietnam which makes me officially broke AND paralyzed. thank goodness my brakes at still at 80% or else that would be another $700.
• go away, go away, craziness, please go away, please stop contacting me. I need a serious detox from you.
• I want to throw reggae dance parties in my basement like Sean-Paul.
• Lisa and JLI screwed my faith in marriage.
• going to Victoria this Friday to meet up with my thesis advisor and attempt to put together my "committee" which will then confirm my place in the foofy academic world. There is nothing "academic" about me, I'm just a poser and obviously real academics would never use the word foofy.
• I think I really am bisexual, but only on the weekends.
• my dad found one of my volleyball knee pads and decided to throw it away because according to his thought process: "well, vi would have no use for just ONE knee pad so let's throw it away." little did he know, I've been trying to find that other ONE knee pad! JESUS!!!!!!
• self-control is what I need, doo da, doo da....