Confessions
I’m cranky. I have been all week. I think I’m sleep-deprived.
I liked you better before your confession tonight. I thought you were a perfect role model. But I guess you are fake. And I can’t afford fake (and don’t want to go that route). So now I don’t know what to think of you. I’m sure you noticed.
I almost want to quit pole. No. Take that back. I wanted to cry at pole tonight because I want to quit. I seriously 1) am not strong enough 2) can’t figure out the #?*! split grip. Cannot. And it’s a vital grip. I will never get past Level 2 if I can’t get my split grip! And it’s not like I can just come home and practice it for hours upon hours.
I did the most random thing that I’ve ever done in my life tonight: Walking back to the apartments, some guys hollered down from their 3rd floor patio, asking if I’d do a favor. I very cautiously said maybe. They explained that they had locked themselves outside and obviously weren’t going to jump; could I please come up to their apartment and unlock their door? I agreed to it even though it probably wasn’t the world’s smartest move – it’s not like Patrick was down here to come rescue me if it were a trap. All was well though. They offered me a Bud Light. I’m sure Patrick will be disappointed to know I turned it down.
I haven’t put away the laundry from last weekend yet because I don’t know how to iron some of these items and I really don’t want to learn.
The dishes haven’t been done all week either. No reasoning there besides I’m tired. I really don’t care that they aren’t done either, except some diary product is a little on the stinky side. I’ll do it tomorrow. Along with the dishes.
We burn CDs from the library. Not just one or two either. Patrick came up with a list of ones he will soon be borrowing from the library. It’s nearly one hundred. And I’m sure we’ve taken advantage of at least 50 more. I’m contemplating donating my books – with very few exceptions, I only read them one – and our CDs to the library. Not to be nice or support the library. To curb my guilt.
I’m really not a big fan of fragments and probably would be annoyed with someone who blogged this way, but it’s how I think. And it’s how the words appear on the screen. Whatever. Don’t read if you don’t want to.
And for the big finale … I was upside-down on a pole tonight! Only for a little bit and probably not very pretty-like, but I did it.
