I added some towels to my crutches,

and they feel much better.

Hopefully the broken blood vessels under

my arms will start to heal.

Also, crutches glamour shot:

Fun. 

Those crutches are set for someone who is 5'11".

Which is funny.
But not as funny as me

opting to limp around the whole weekend,

rather than carry around those torture sticks,

But walking from the couch to

the kitchen multiple times required little walking.

I did get to take a little visit downtown

on Saturday afternoon, which was a treat.

I keep forgetting how many winnas

there are hangin' out on TRAX.
Trains stations are where you can meet
new friends; or your new rapist.

Anyway, there are only two weeks of school left.

Wut?

That's right.

Countemonetwo.

Also, blog titles seriously never fail to mock

my intelligence or creativity levels.

I can never think of any.

Titles are dumb.

Thisisrealife.

I'm sitting in my History 220 class right now.

I honestly learned more about

US History in 5th Grade.

We have an assignment due on Thursday

which requires us to

"look at the compromises that lead

to the Civil War," and then "come up with something

better, because those obviously didn't work."

Hard to say exactly how I feel about that.

But not really that hard.

Meanwhile, my crutching adventures are going well.

Today someone asked if I wanted his chair,

rather than sitting on the floor.

Then he asked if he could get me a pizza.