This weekend I knocked over a bottle of nail polish that for some stupid reason I had only put the lid on halfway. Ah, this is the price I pay for accepting mediocrity in everything. Of course I didn’t notice the nail polish fall because I was looking for my I-pod and naturally it fell at the most perfect angle so it got all over my hardword floor, you know, the hardwood floor that my landlord calls “his pride and joy”? I spent all weekend googling how to get it off, buying supplies and scrubbing accordingly. It’s 98% off but I probably still need to scrub some more.
On Saturday I went to Zumba. I used to love Zumba and go all the time but I haven’t found a good instructor here yet. Instructors can make or break for me. I went to the gym near my house. It’s about a mile away and because I hate driving, I walked. This Zumba instructor was mostly a miss. She looked up at the ceiling the whole time, which was so weird. It’s like you could literally see the gears in her brain operating trying to remember the choreography.
On Sunday I took the next step in my relationship with BodyPump. I went to another class. I was expecting some lady named Jamie, and some tattooed guy named Heinz gets up there. He was no Sherri, haha. He was tough. This class reminded me of how ignorant I am. Heinz kept yelling OH EM GEE KNEES BEHIND TOES and I can’t figure out what that means. Sherri says this too. Just say “Bend your knees more!” or “Move your feet back!” or something.
I’ve never been a good sleeper but it’s getting worse. My house is SO HOT and I can’t sleep because of it. I live with 3 girls who get cold at 74 degrees (wtf) so I let majority win that battle. I have 3 fans yet I can’t sleep at night because I’m so hot. I was talking to a co-worker about this and she said she prefers to sleep when she’s hot. I think these people are CRAZY. If you’re cold, you can add on more covers, blankets, clothes. You can do something about it! Or if you’re hot, there’s nothing you can really do.
Yesterday at work was data entry all day. It was horrendous and at the end of the day, I was all but skipping out the door. Woohoo that I have even more to do today. Yippee.
I need friends. I’ve been here 9 months and I still don’t really know anyone. My only kind-of friends that I met here are my roommates’ co-workers and I still don’t really gel that well with them considering they spend 45+ hours a week together and have all these inside jokes I don’t get. There’s Jenna and the new girl at work, but we don’t really hang out on weekends. But I don’t know how to meet anyone besides work. I refuse to join a sports league because I’m so terrible I will most definitely not be making any friends thata way. Blergh.
This morning was going to be my first BodyCombat class. I’ve been wanting to go forever, especially since I loved the boxing part of the Xercise Labs. I got out to my car at 5:20 this morning……and someone was parked behind me in our parking pad. It wasn’t my roommates’ or any of their boyfriends. I had no idea whose car it was. I didn’t know what to do as there was no way I could get out. I wasn’t about to rouse the neighbors so early in the morning. And plus, the neighbors have their own parking pads, so it probably wouldn’t be them. Do I call a tow truck? My brain was still half asleep and not churning out terrific ideas besides call 911 so I just went back in the house and went back to bed for 45 minutes When I got back outside an hour later, the car was gone, thankfully. I was so mad then. I realllllllllly want to go to BodyCombat! Sigh. This is the class that best fits my schedule so I have to wait until next week, I guess.
THIS SONG. Kelly Clarkson is my spirit animal. I can’t think of a song of hers that I haven’t loved. Obsessed.
how do you prefer to sleep- hot or cold?