It's finals week and I have waited until the last moment to do all my homework. Thursday I ran a 3 mile race at work, and being the genius I am, not only did I forget my inhaler but I also forgot to take allergy medicine and then I decided to run around....so in the middle of my race I have an asthma attack. Then being the dumb, competitive bitch I am, I decide that I am gonna keep running because I don't wanna loose. (I swear on my death bed I will be competing with the dying geezer next to me on who will die first) Thank god for Tharpedo, who would bring me back to my senses. He stayed with me and made me walk so that I didn't completely break down. And we weren't last. WOO HOO!!!
Then yesterday I had my softball game. Wherein my team makes me play 2nd base, which I was a little excited about. Until I realized how much 2nd base does!!! Now I tell everyone.....I'm a daydreamer....if you have ever watched Scrubs I am very similar to that guy. I can daydream in the middle of people talking straight to me, I daydream in the middle of presentations I give at work, Homework, classrooms, all the fucking time. And most recently I have found I daydream while playing in my softball games..... Anywho there were many times yesterday where I would be in the middle of my mind wandering and then once back to reality a softball was headed my way. FUCK!! But the highlight of my game was when I was plowed into by one of the guys, mostly my fault I am sure!!! Because after my team realized how much action 2nd base was getting, they then proceeded to add me to 1st base. Which I have NO IDEA HOW TO FUCKING PLAY!!! All I knew was the inside bag is mine, the outside bag is the runners. Anyway one guy smashes the ball, I up to 1st, but no one is gonna get the ball to me in time so I know he will round it. He says "Watch out babygirl" but when I look behind me I notice that if I move back and he rounds the outside bag he will slam right into me, so I step closest to my bag and BLAM!!! He rounds the inside bag instead and runs into me anyway.
And then I can tell the poor man is conflicted because as soon as he gets up he tries to pick me up, but then realizes the ball isn't in yet, so he starts running with me!!!! So I am screaming at him to LET ME GO!! and he keeps asking " ARE YOU OK!?!? I guess I end up pushing him because somehow he ends up on his back, and then the poor man runs back to 1st. So his team is booo-ing because they think I intentionally blocked him, my team is clapping and laughing their ass off. This guy is still worried that I am dead I guess, and it was just a mess. So now I have a big bruise on my left ass cheek. And might I add you never know how much you use your ass muscles until one of them is bruised.
More Sean Lyles shots, not really related to the past few days but I like pictures of shoes.
Not sure why.....
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