Mini Complaints

My wonderful mother always tells me that I need to just feel my emotions, whatever they may be. Like the equally wonderful daughter I am, I always respond with some sort of whiny, "But I don't want to feeeeel, I just want it to go away!" Today I am going to feel these little frustrations, get 'em down on paper (or blog post), and move on! Here we go...

1. I have been dropping everything. As I mentioned in my last post I dropped my delicious homemade pizza face down on the dirty ground. Just now (what inspired me to write this post), I dropped the yummiest, juiciest Gala apple I've ever ate after taking just one bite! The apple playfully rolled out of my hand, left some juice on my pants, and hit the carpet under my desk. When I picked it up there was hair all over it. Ew. Into the trash.

2. Zumba sucked last night and I hurt my back. I was sooo excited for zumba after a week away. Like giddy schoolgirl excited. Last night I showed up and we had a substitute teacher. The woman was perfectly nice and in great shape, but a little older (which made me feel a little raunchy and weird dirty dancing to Sexy Bitch by David Guetta...) and just different from my normal instructor. She also would yell out bizarre unfitting phrases like "Go Huskies." Yes, my school mascot is the Husky, but do you see a sports team? I spent most of the 45 minute class trying to follow her lead and barely broke a sweat. Afterward, I went on the stairclimber (ahhh!) for an intense 30 minute workout aaaand this morning my back hurt. I'm guessing there is a connection. I have personal training tonight which I am NOT canceling. I might suggest doing a little foam roller massaging to start off, but if this back becomes a problem I'm gonna flip out!

3. My room was infested with spiders for not the first, but second time in the last 5 months. Why does this keep happening to me? Last night my roommate and I decided to move the big TV in our living room into my room. While attempting to put the plugs and wires together, I noticed a little spider crawling along the side of the TV. I held my breath and calmly squished it with a tissue. Next thing I know there are 20+ spiders (of all sizes) crawling out of the TV. I started screaming and crying (no exaggeration), closed my eyes, and carried the very heavy TV out of my room. I proceeded to spray toxic amounts of raid on the TV (in our kitchen...not safe) and executed the shit out of those spiders. It took me about 3 hours, 2 men carrying the TV out to the trash, and a 45 minute shower to get that itchy bug crawly feeling away. Ew. I'm squirming in my chair.

So now I complained. Feeling better already!

Top Chef All Stars tonight makes everything better, and finding out that Anthony Bourdain will be a judge again makes me happier than it should...