Generally, I'm not much for memes, because they strike me as a waste of time. But this one seemed cool. Let's see:
Take the first sentence of each month from 2005 in your journal, copy, and paste, and there is your year!
January: I always have a little laugh when I look at my blog and realize the last thing I posted was an update to say "Sorry for not posting," and it's been far longer since then than the time between that post and the prior one.
February: Sometimes, everything just fits together perfectly, and all areas of life align positively.
March: This quarter, my finals are actually spaced out pretty nicely.
April: For those of you wondering where I disappeared to, the answer is "into a deep dark whole of wedding-planning-ness."
May: I've been having to offer a lot of apologies for my absences, and I can't see that changing anytime soon.
June: I attempted to take off my fake nails today, but it turns out my nail polish remover is not tough enough!
July: Money is disgusting.
August: [no posts in August, continuing the proud tradition of falling off the face of the Earth once a year for summer camp]
September: I'm sitting at Sarah's desk in my old (old) apartment in Seattle.
October: At church tonight (it's a sort of combination church service/youth group for college-age people), the message invoked an NPR program that started back in the 1950s, called "This I believe."
November: Yesterday was Free Latte Day at the Wildcat Wellness Center.
December: Apparently I'm really good at breaking things.
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Hm...it worked out much better for the girl I borrowed this from. From this sample, it would appear that all I talk about is my wedding and the fact that I haven't posted lately. Which might be true. I would say that February, July, and December are especially representative of those times.
I'm in Kentucky! So, we're not actually doing anything, but that's really part of the appeal. We pretty much just hang out with Chris's many friends, whose names I'm finally learning, eat, play video games, and watch TV and movies. Today, I stayed in my pajamas playing Mario Party until 1:00 in the afternoon, at which point I had to get dressed so we could go to the China Star buffet. This trip is totally revolving around food. Chris had a list of all the things he wanted to do in Morehead, and almost all of them were restaurants. Tonight we went for Smokey Valley Burgers, which Chris describes as "burgers the size of your head." Mmmmm....so much meat. My only beef with Kentucky so far is the indoor smoking in restaurants. My eyes are all red and hurty from the smoke.
In short, I'm doing my favorite things with awesome new friends, and it's great.
Apparently I'm really good at breaking things. First it was the car, now I broke myself. Last weekend, Chris and I were doing our last-minute cleaning up before his birthday party, and we went to take out the trash together. It was dark out, and we were walking under the eaves of the house...under a row of icicles. That should have been a hint, but I didn't put it together, and I slipped and fell. I landed on my left knee, bending my lower leg sharply to the left. It hurt like a bitch, but being as it was 7:00 pm on a Sunday night, there was nothing I could do about it but wait to see if it felt better. It didn't.
So the next day, I went to the Student Health Center, which it turns out has real doctors and x-rays and everything. They checked it out, and it turns out I tore a ligament in my knee, and it will take four to six weeks to heal completely. They gave me a knee brace and crutches, which I really can't get around without at this point. To be honest, I can't get around all that well even with the crutches, but I'm building up some arm muscles and getting better at it. But at this point my arms hurt almost as much as my knee.
I'm annoyed that this is happening right before our Kentucky trip, for a couple of reasons. First, it's going to be a pain to just get through the airports. Secondly, I had wanted to drink with Chris's friends, and I can't mix painkillers and alcohol, and I pretty much need the painkillers. And third, one of the really cool things Rachel and I did last time I visited was walk around Wilmore at one in the morning, when everything is silent but the air is still balmy. That one is right out. But I'm sure we'll still have fun. We're going, and nothing will stop us! (Knock on wood! Do it! Knock harder!)
