I miss ATLA, except the ending where Katara COMPLETELY chose the wrong guy to make out with...yup. Still upset about it.
I don't want to be one of those cliché individuals who lacks original content so badly that they just post lyrics, but on one hand, I'm obsessed with this song right now, and on the other, it sums up how I'm feeling quite accurately at the moment.
Got back home from our first football game! Our team got creamed while I feel i did ok for my first marching performance.
I just had a fight with our shower head....it won. Went to rinse my hair out since I re-dyed it and at first the tub was filling up, so I changed it to the shower head. Well I forgot the back of it was unscrewed so it sprays everything including me. SO I put it down for a second in the tub and it moves to where it sprays me even more. I should have just taken a shower XD, would have been a lot easier.
My father likes gender policing everyone, it seems. Even things that aren't even possible. Apparently my naturally long eyelashes are too feminine. And I think my friend likes me, even though he's almost eighteen.
My body sores badly but all good. I did circuit track last morning, which was exhausting. Then I hit the gym to do legs workout in the evening (After office hours). Lots of walking lunges with weights. Then I rushed for dance training. My left calf almost cramped at around 5am in the morning. Applied a lot of muscle relief cream on my legs, arms and shoulders. Today I went wall climbing with my best friend. We had a challenge. The winner has to treat lunch tomorrow at the theme park that we've planned to go together. It was a hillarious experience. At first, we were encouraging and chanting for each other. Then we began to cheat. Well he started it first. I was climbing when he hugged me front behind and pulled me off. We fell down together. Then we stopped by a shopping mall to buy Garlic Bread. His treat. We ate in his car whilst he drove me home.
That horrible, painful moment when you notice that your hotel bathroom drain is becoming clogged with hair and, after a moment of assuming it's your mother's who has longer hair, you realise it's actually probably yours. I hate my life.
It's late in the night though not yet morning. I should get going, but I can't pull myself from my seat.
I followed your advice, Nick. Thanks. :icon_bigg As I've mentioned, I went back to zero with Harris. Last Friday, I went to my gym only to discover both of them having a tense time with each other. I kept myself out of the mess by focusing on my workout. Then Mr. T approached and said, "Jay, you were right about Harris. He's not going to change." I didn't say anything. I just nodded my head. Mr. T ignored Harris the whole hours in the gym. Harris felt so awkward that he approached me to have a short chat about going to the theme park. Mr. T, Harris, another friend and I planned to go to a theme park tomorrow. Mr. T will drive us there. When Mr. T and I went for our wall climbing this afternoon, he asked me to sit at the front seat tomorrow. "Whatever you do, do not let Harris sit in front." He said. Just now Mr. T sent me a text message, "Babe, remember to sit in front beside me tomorrow." I don't get the Babe part but I'm used to it. He calls me, Babe many times these days. I'm not going to start fantasizing Mr. T though.
