Good News!

No. My boots have not come.
The 25th.

Anyway, because I'm not running I feel the intese need to channel my energy into something. I have yet to open a soc (sociology) book all quarter so I'm doubtful it'll be homework. Still shooting for that 4.0

I saw Mad Rad last night. Jealous?
I mean, if you live around Capitol Hill you see them constantly (BAD TEETH) but there is something SUPER sexy about all of them. The concert was great, despite the bro fight I may (or may not) have started. We were in the front row and it was the first/best show I've seen in awhile.
Actually.. that is a lie. I saw Passion Pit but I guess I'm blocking that one from memory. Shocker.

Currently I'm sitting at my desk wondering how I've wronged the universe.
Literally? This is the worst job ever.
I've been reading Gil's blog. At first it was funny. Now it's just sad, but not because of what she writes about but because I'm LIVING THAT LIFE.
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JP. Super cute guy, I think he has a "I used to be fat" complex. So I just saw him and he looked terrified/stressed/angry. He's aging, day by day, I can see it. He is everything that I don't want to be. Running around, fruitlessly, for an insurance company? Not even. A private benefits firm?
Kill myself.

Ok. I should really start working.

Recap

Literally it's like 2010 has been grabbing my side fat, the most irritating thing in the world, after I've repeatedly told it to stop; it just keeps going!

So as I'm sure for those of you that care have heard, I injured myself the day after New Years (Jan. 2nd)

It was pretty epic.

I was wasted and I came across a 2 inch high increase in pavement, instead of tripping I fell of my boots and rolled my ankle. I went down so hard and I don't even really remember.

I was really upset that night and cried for like two hours inconsolably about numerous topics that just sort of arose out of my injury. It must have been fun to be Riley, Julia, or Justine. Observe this hot mess: cry, babble about something, cough, and cry more. I eventually rolled over, put a towel over my head and silently cried on the couch (That's for the neat trick Leels!)

This isn't the first time that these boots have done this to me, last December I did it to the other ankle. For 3 months I was out. Maybe that was because I walked on it a bunch or maybe because I was working at Poppy.

My mom gave me worthless advice ("Throw those boots away", my response? "Over me lifeless ankle.") but did happen to give me the most stylish accessory know to man, a walking boot.

Das Boot, as it's come to be known, has been my life saver.

It hit me kind of hard when I stopped running so suddenly. I put a lot on this and it was a good relief for me in so many ways. I was scared that I wouldn't be able to run my marathon and that's not really an option. After a little over two weeks my second brace, the one that just has metal and velcro was all I needed. That was until I went to Portland, hit it walking up a stair, heard something pop, and almost died. So now I'm finally off to the doctor 2 1/2 weeks later. I'm to get a referral for physical therapy but I guess my doc wants x-rays. Basically if I have any of my ankle left by the end of this I'll be happy. The marathon is on hold at this point and it basically blows. I think though if I can get this straightened out at least before the middle of February I still have a chance of competing.

It has though informed me of how much I'd hate to be disabled. Can you imagine not being able to do anything easily? I'm not the neatest or cleanest but it's a struggle to take a shower these days.

Anyways, what do you do? I'll tell you. BUY NEW AMAZING BOOTS! I bought these kick ass boots the other day and they're ankle boots and they're made out of snake skin. I'm so excited.

Enough Said.