boom.

So, last night I went out with some people from school, made some new friends, and had a pretty awesome night in general. Today, however, I woke up and was rather sore. When I thought back to the events of the evening, I remembered that I ended my night by slipping down some stairs. Now my ankle is swollen and bruised, as well as my arm and butt. It sort of hurts to move! I haven't fallen down any stairs for a while... probably since high school when I slipped down the stairs because of my socks. I don't know what's better - taking a dive or sliding down some stairs on my butt. I think probably the latter because then you don't get face damage and I was able to catch myself on the railing. There was a rather horrified guy who asked and made sure I was okay, but I said I was fine and ran away. I had to keep my pride in tact somehow!

Other than that, I think that since I got a new car, it is determined to get ruined one way or another. Yesterday, on the way shopping, the windshield got hit by a golf ball. The golf ball managed to make it far enough away from the golf course to bounce off of the sidewalk and hit my car. Luckily it didn't break or anything. So between that and the car wash attacking my car and scratching the driver's side mirror, the car gods are not smiling down at me. And it's always got to be the new car, right? I mean, nothing ever happened to the 15 year-old car when it wouldn't really matter. Ah, well. At least nothing that bad has happened. Wish my car luck.

If anyone is reading this, please give me some suggestions for a new book to read so I can have inspiration to work out. This sounds weird, but if I get a good book to put on my Nook, I will most certainly go work out and read it. That way I don't waste the time on Netflix or Hulu while working out (which is certainly fun, as well, but I do that enough anyway).