crap! 7 days!
not in the creepy the ring kinda way, but in the “holy crappé with a special cherry on top!” kinda way. how to spend my final week being a limited 20 year-old kid? shall I swing from swingsets, blow bubbles, or invent a funky dance? I have no idea, and to be honest, it kinda makes me tense.
anyway, I’m heading out to go get my new state ID today. hopefully my picture will turn out better than my previous ones. you don’t even wanna ask how those turned out. there isn’t even an emoticon for the face I’m making. to illustrate, the pictures would be closest to resembling the ;’9 emoticon.
sigh.
I hate mowing the lawn. I’d be okay with it, if we actually had a lawnmower. instead, we have a weed wacker. so I go around chopping up grass and being scared that I will drop the electronically powered death saw and slash up my shins. that would suck, as it would hinder my advanced DDR abilities. speaking of DDR abilities, I haven’t played DDR in a while. I must go forth and give myself a friendly reminder.
I’ve been going to the gym sorta regularly, and I want to see if I have any stamina built up! mmmm, stamina. I hate not having stamina, it is my greatest downfall. but I am a good walker. I like walking a lot. it’s super easy… but sometimes I trip, but everybody makes mistakes, so I don’t feel too bad about it.
I’m just rambling about crap, and you know you like it. or not really.
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