My lofty blog-every-day intentions were momentarily (for two weeks-ish) put aside. I suck. But I had REASONS!
For one thing, it was the end of the school year and I had to Write Reports. For another, I was Deathly Ill. And no, I don’t know why. But am still feeling a bit queasy, so… blech.
But now, school is over, I have a week off before I have to start my summer tutoring and research, and, and…it’s SUMMER! Yesterday I got up late, worked for a few hours, spent an hour by the finally open pool in our apartment complex, and then went to see Indiana Jones with Joey and his young cousin. I also realized that I can go to the pool EVERY DAY this summer, and maybe not blind the nice people with my whiteness.
In spite of this, I was in a foul mood and killed several people for no apparent reason.
I attracted a few stares at the pool, but I think they weren’t about my amazing hottness, or even my blinding whiteness. Probably they had something to do with the massive, angry purple bruise I was sporting on my outer thigh. I debated my answering options for anyone who asked, vacilitating between spousal abuse and sports injury (I WISH I was cool enough to have a sports injury!) but really, I am a victim of the River Rapids ride at Six Flags. We went there this weekend with my mamma and baby sister and Joey’s parents, and somehow everytime the raft slammed against a wall, my thigh slammed into the edge of the seat. And somehow that gave me a bruise the size of… well I was going to say the size of my head, but then realized MY THIGH IS NOT AS BIG AS MY HEAD. Not yet anyway. A bruise the size of a small-ish grapefruit, which pulses and changes color in time to mariachi music.
Yes, I am a delicate flower. One who will be obsessively checking the size of her head against the size of her thigh for the next two days. I mean, I have a fairly small head, after all, and I don’t quite weigh one hundred and twenty pounds any more, and well, my hips don’t lie… I must find a measuring tape….
