Women And The Men Who Wait For Them

I have a sprained ankle this morning, and it's sprained hardcore. I'm limping all over the house, and I see this continuing for a couple of days. Last night I went to play at the playground with a couple of my friends (Kate, Ariel, Tim, Kearby, and Adam). We were playing what I like to call Fireball 5000 or Lavamonster. Basically one person isn't allowed to get on the playground equipment, and they have to tag other people that are. If they do, that person has to join them as a lavamonster.

Remembering what it's like to be a kid is awesome. Having the heart of a kid, awesomer. I love playing, and can totally get into it. I guess that's why I loved being a day care worker for over a year back in Tucson, AZ.

But that playground was dark at the time. And there were A LOT of steps to constantly have to watch out for while you're running on them. A total safety hazard. While I was running down the equipment I bit it hard when I failed to realize a step down.

There's nothing like the pain from a sprained ankle that brings out the masochist in me. I kind of like it, minus the inconvenience of walking around slowly in pain all the time. I've had a weak right ankle since January 2006, begun when I went running and a pack of smokes fell out of my hoodie jacket and I stepped on them. I bit the ground so hard then, I was on the ground in pain for probably five minutes.

Brings real meaning to the words, "Smoking will kill you."

The 'White Trash' social was a blast. My roomate Jon Strong and I went, my date was Kearby Wilkerson, and we all dressed up. Jon carried a pellet gun with him on campus and got away with it. Kearby was a typical girl and took forever getting ready, making us wait for her. We arrived at the dorm at 7PM to pick her up, and of course, she wasn't ready. She joins us in the lobby to apply make-up and at 7:23PM makes the statement, "It's only 7:23, we're not that late." Of course, she took another 10 minutes after that.

Leave it to a girl to think so relatively of time. You see, if her date were 33 minutes late to a restaurant, chances are excellent she won't be there anymore. Or that she's going to give you an earful. But girls are expected to make guys wait on them when they're preparing for dates...

Sigh...I was just patient and didn't say anything. In fact, I said "Take your time." Because I knew she would regardless. God put her in my life to teach me patience...

We arrived, and it was mainly hanging out and chatting until white elephant gift giving. I'd brought snoring medication, and before someone'd picked my present I slipped in there another gift, "One Free Lapdance From Wactor".

Which is easily work like, 2 grand.

I received this Siggie Sing Song costume. The costume: a blade of grass. Don't ask, it's a sorority thing. But I stole it because I wanted it. Never know, I may use it before the end of the semester.

Other items of note today:

• Watched Grey's Anatomy Season 1 episodes 4, 5, 6, and 7. I must say this: a guy getting shot in the head with a nail gun repeatedly is DISGUSTING. I can take a lot of gore, surgery, and crap. But seeing nails sticking out of the forehead of a guy made me want to puke. And in the show, he was still alive. I was flabbergasted.
• Watched Six Feet Under Season 1 episode 2. I wish I had a trust fund for college. What'd I'd give to not be in debt...
• Watched The Class Season 1 episode 10.
• Napped for like 3 hours this afternoon. I don't know the actual time, but it was somewhere around there. It was grand.