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Feb. 5th, 2006 02:01 pm*blink*
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So. There was too much exercise yesterday, I think. "I hurt all over" is an entirely accurate statement at this point in time.
Meg and I went ice skating yesterday afternoon at a rink 40-ish minutes away. (We weren't going to, but the weather forecast pushed the bad weather back a couple hours, just enough so that it only started to snow when we were back in Mt. Vernon, yay!) I haven't skated since last February, in London, so there was pain. Also the rental skates didn't like my ankles, for some reason. Plus, Meg knows tricks. Meg tried to get me to do tricks. Uh, no. I just watched the nine-year-olds in the center who were obviously there right before or after their lessons doing jumps and spins and felt inadequate. *g*
Because it isn't Phling without horrible weather, February (or Phebruary) obliged by snowing like crazy after we got back, but not freezing the ground, so the giant morass of mud between Tafts and Old Kenyon was still there to get my shoes and tights all muddy as I walked to and from Peirce. Sigh. There was some hand-washing of pantyhose at 2 AM this morning....
Phling was its usual drunken orgy, although surprisingly less of both than it has been in the past. It's probably a good thing that Dempsey is getting remodeled next year, as I think with our recent expansion of the student body, we've reached critical mass for Phling. There were definitely more people there last night than there were sophomore year. But Whitney and Potato Famine played well, and they were fun to dance to, which was nice. I left immediately after.
And now I should probably do some work. Maaaaybe. Since comps are DUE IN A WEEK, OMG.
*blink*
So. There was too much exercise yesterday, I think. "I hurt all over" is an entirely accurate statement at this point in time.
Meg and I went ice skating yesterday afternoon at a rink 40-ish minutes away. (We weren't going to, but the weather forecast pushed the bad weather back a couple hours, just enough so that it only started to snow when we were back in Mt. Vernon, yay!) I haven't skated since last February, in London, so there was pain. Also the rental skates didn't like my ankles, for some reason. Plus, Meg knows tricks. Meg tried to get me to do tricks. Uh, no. I just watched the nine-year-olds in the center who were obviously there right before or after their lessons doing jumps and spins and felt inadequate. *g*
Because it isn't Phling without horrible weather, February (or Phebruary) obliged by snowing like crazy after we got back, but not freezing the ground, so the giant morass of mud between Tafts and Old Kenyon was still there to get my shoes and tights all muddy as I walked to and from Peirce. Sigh. There was some hand-washing of pantyhose at 2 AM this morning....
Phling was its usual drunken orgy, although surprisingly less of both than it has been in the past. It's probably a good thing that Dempsey is getting remodeled next year, as I think with our recent expansion of the student body, we've reached critical mass for Phling. There were definitely more people there last night than there were sophomore year. But Whitney and Potato Famine played well, and they were fun to dance to, which was nice. I left immediately after.
And now I should probably do some work. Maaaaybe. Since comps are DUE IN A WEEK, OMG.
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