This is the Ampitheatre, last winter. What does the picture mean? Does it mean that somehow, I've decided winter isn't so bad after all? No, not really. It just means that I'm really disturbed/annoyed by the fact that it's 70 degrees out...in November...and my room is a damn sauna. Yeah...it really is way too warm. This weather wouldn't be bothering me at all...except for the fact that they switched the AC to heat about 2 weeks ago and, as my room has direct sunlight for a good portion of the day, it is absurdly hot in here.
So, this weekend has turned out to be significantly less crazy then it was supposed to be. I don't know if this is good or bad, so I'm simply going to say that it is...yeah. Friday was the first 3 rounds of the GW tournament...overall, I'm really happy with how well my speaking is coming along, but I have to say, best line of all night "Rogue Agents? Yeah...this isn't the movies...James Bond is cool and everything but...COME ON!"
At any rate...I was fully ready to head back to GW today to finish our last 2 rounds before darting up to Takoma for my JLS field experience. However, Kat woke up this morning unable to talk so debating was kind of out of the question. I could have ironmanned it, but there was no shot of breaking and even if I managed to, I would have been slaughtered first round. So, GW fell through and I got to sleep till 11. Cool. Had brunch w/ Adam before heading up to Takoma.
Now, I feel it very necessary to clarify here. Takoma is almost in Maryland, it's about a 45 minute metro ride. We were given instructs to call the HQ to ensure that they had enough officers to let us ride with them. I would like to point out that I did call, but was told that they wouldn't know until just before 3 o'clock.
So...headed all the way up to Takoma, only to call and be told that...hey...guess what! Can't go today, too many people called in sick.
Gleh. Whatever, kinda sucks, but thus goes life. Head back home to chill, grab dinner, etc.
As I'm getting on the shuttle to head back to campus from the metro, I somehow TRIP and fall. Do I fall into the aisle? No, I wish. I fell smack into the bus driver. So...in addition to looking like I was giving the bus driver a blow job, I bruised my shoulder pretty badly. I was wearing a black cami and a black button down earlier, and it actually hurt just to have the strap of my tank and the shirt of my sleeve brushing up against it. I have decided blame my flip flops for this unfortunate incident.
In short, I heart ice packs.
Philly next weekend.
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