Friday Night Skating

My ass is so sore right now. Well, technically, my gluteus maximus is sore as well as the other muscles which abduct and adduct the legs which I had to do academic stuff with during anatomy today, but I don't care enough to recite all of them. So we're sticking with my ass is sore. The sole culprit of this whole thing would be skating, a pasttime which I indulged in for three hours tonight. A very, very well spent three hours if I do say so myself.

Being the cool person I am, I went with a whole group of sophomore guys (and there were about three other girls, but in this case the y's were giving the x's a run for their money in number). This would be because I had plans to skate with never-single-sophomore and I knew his friends would probably be there (which was fine, because I know most of them by sight, and one of them is also friends with me) for saturday night. As it turned out, they decided to go today instead, and so I met up with them. It. Was. Epic.

The guys were all really good skaters (the girls not so much - they weren't bad, but they weren't particularly good either) so after stealing hats, we ended up having a makeshift game of football that quickly turned into pass the hat in the most creative way possible. This lasted for a good two hours on and off until the rink staff yelled at us, along with a tag game that had a slightly shorter lifespan of a bit over an hour and a half. The latter concluded because hats were so much more interesting.

Excitable Asian and her boyfriend were also there - of course I didn't talk to them particularly much as I didn't want to intrude on their date. They are such an adorable couple, just getting that out there. Another couple I know was there as well, but I only talked to the guy for a bit and then his girlfriend showed up and we parted ways. Essentially everyone from another group of friends was there, as well as a set of three people who I am more or less aquainted with but don't really talk to. And then one of my really good friend's little sister was there along with her friend... they had a game of truth or dare going that confused everyone I was with so I had to clue them in. There were of course a few miscallaneous people there as well who I didn't know, but probably not more than ten.

I know it sounds like a lot of people, but the rink was actually not all that filled. Which was really nice and why we could skate fast and really mess around. Not so many small children being moving targets. Besides, people kinda came and went.

And now I am sore. And tired. And took my little brother out for pizza. :) Good times, good times.

After School Antics

I for one am quite proud of myself. I do not think I failed the math thing I had to make up today (actually it was really easy, I'm not sure why my friends in the class found it so difficult) which is good. And SAB (short asian boy) and Tybalt along with one or two of SAB's friends were good enough to walk me to the math department - they even made it up all the flights of stairs. This turned out to be rather amusing as SAB produced chocolate and candy pretty much out of thin air in order to peg Tybalt. I ended up collecting a piece of chocolate which, needless to say, gave me the strength to survive said math thing. Then, as I was walking out to my car upon finishing I realized OH LOOK, Tea is parked four spaces from me. Knowing she was at a math meet, I very stealthily (as in, not at all) wrote her a note and stuck it on her windshield. I hope I brightened her day. :D

Then, as I was driving home I saw the COOLEST CAR EVER. IT HAD A FACE!!!! No, not drawn on it, but the lights resembled eyes way more than they should and there was a definitive lump for a nose and a very mouth-like mouth. (Not quite sure what else the mouth would be like, but you never can be too careful.) It was powered by electricity which resulted in it being basically the front seat and then cutting off with a box that couldn't stop reminding me of a car fanny-pack attached to the back. Oh, and it was lime green and driven by a geezer. Made. My. Day.

After this I ended up skating and, feeling guilty for not deciding to do track, decided to do a track workout. Only on the ice. It was about two laps of the rink essentially sprinting, with the equivalent of a quick jog for one lap in between repeated for an hour and a half minus the slacking I usually do along with breaks other than one in which layers were removed. At the end I went a bit faster during each interval for those during the last ten minutes as I had achieved a runners high only on skates (skater's high?)... and now I am off the high, sore, and probably not regretting it.... until tomorrow.