I must be getting old.

Ouch. My right foot hurts, my left knee hurts, and my left elbow is stiff to the point where I can't actually straighten my arm. Why is this? I have never been so . . . injured . . . in my life. And I'm not even really DOING anything. I did WAY more than this in high school; where were the injuries then? Actually, I don't think my arm is INJURED, per se. It's just really really sore from working out. To the point where it feels torn. Maybe it's injured.

Anyway, I AM back on long lunches; I got a B+ in the form of an 85.6% on my reading test (disappointing but due primarily to ambiguous multiple choice answers) and a 99% on my listening test. (Speaking was A-; speaking grades don't really matter anyway.) So, no more enhancement (YAY!) and no more short lunches . . . at least until next test. Tasia actually makes me do my homework now, though, so it's like built-in studying. (!!! Homework has a PURPOSE??? !!!)

Well . . . still trying to come up with something to do for the Fourth of July . . . Dane wants to go get a cheap hotel room in/near San Fran and have everybody stay in it and drink alcohol . . . I don't like San Fran, I don't like alcohol, and odds are pretty good I don't like everybody . . . so I was thinking that if that's the plan . . . I'm out. I'll entertain myself. I used to be really good at that. I have rollerblades, I have a skateboard, I have a football, I have a soccer ball, I have a big variety box of Band-Aids . . . I'm good to go.

Tasia wants me to go shopping tomorrow with her, Seth (her boyfriend), and Isaac. Hm. I said I'd go, and then I asked where and who, and she said Gilroy and gave me that list, and I said, "What the hell kind of group is THAT?" She and Seth fight all the time (it's funny, but I can't ever tell how mad they really are), and Isaac and I are exed for a reason. Even if we're currently getting along fine, as soon as it seems like he's paired with me for anything, all of his antics will annoy me. A lot. I don't care if he makes himself look like an ass if we're not together, but I don't usually want to be linked with his particular brand of asininity. But it's shoe-shopping . . . so we probably won't see Seth the whole time; I don't really know how he is about shoes . . . Tasia's all about them, usually, but this is running shoes and she really hates those . . . Isaac's a big fan of shoes; he buys them and destroys them constantly. He's always buying skate shoes and then ruining them by using them as brakes or by wearing them on the beach. And then he buys running shoes for PT and decides they'd be cooler in a different color and spray paints them, which eliminates their breathability. I need some new running shoes, but I haven't seen any that I've liked lately. Women's shoes don't ever come in the right colors/styles and I won't buy anything other than adidas. Funny, though; in Alaska, if I started looking at the men's shoes, some salesman would come over and smirk and say, "These are men's shoes. Women's are over there." In California, they don't do that. Hmmm . . .