Elephants. Don't ask.

Blogging is like exercising. You start, and it is hard at first, hard to think of what to write. Then it seems so great and new that you make sure you do it all the time, and wonder what the heck is wrong with everyone else for not sharing your enthusiasm. The true similarity however, is that when you stop either one, for a period as short as a few days, it is so hard to make yourself start again.

So goes my pathetic excuse for not writing. For several weeks. Heh heh.

So recap, my mother is speaking to me again, after much groveling and checking of her math homework on my part. We lost our soccer game at the Black Forest, but we won the Conference Championship so who the heck cares? Besides Mr. Crockett that is...
I got to start, and I personally did well, I got to socialize with others for a whole day in a beautiful part of Europe, and we stopped at really nice places to eat. I'm good with that.

After the soccer game, on the bus ride back, Joe suddenly called back from the front that I was supposed to walk home with him, because all our parents and my brother went to see Spiderman 3 and I was locked out. So I get back (before Joe, he walks slow) in my soccer p.j.'s, smelling really bad (BFA had a lack of showers), starving, with my hair askew and my eyes so bloodshot from tiredness/contacts that I looked like a demon. Well, according to Christina. But I didn't care.

Anyways, so Jacob fed me, and gave me his spot on the couch. I completely crashed. Ugh. I vaguely remember Adam saying that he was going to bed, then Joe, and then Jacob turning off the lights so I could sleep. When his dad found me who knows how many hours later, he tried to wake me up, but it was not happening. My dad half-carried me home. Sigh....

Good side to that: When I showed up at their house this morning wearing a dress and being, um, clean, I apparently looked really good by comparison. Well, Jacob and Adam liked it anyways.

So now, after a very long but nevertheless fun soccer practice in the pouring rain, I am writing a paper on food in Canada. Or supposed to be. Then I have to cook something to go along with it. I'd feel kind of bad for my classmates if the idea of them eating my cooking wasn't so darn funny.

I've been exercising my butt off lately. Yoga, cardio, and soccer, everyday. It is starting to show. I actually feel good looking for the first time in my life. That's a good thing right??
I feel rather bad for my mom though, because she just got back from the doctor's, where they told her she was obese and may have asthma. Ouch. There is only one plus to news like that. She has to exercise. And I get to be her trainer. Muah hahaha....