Too lazy..

Remember the cute boot I mentioned I've been sporting? Well, great news! I'm getting out of it! Temporarily.. I'm getting an MRI today so we'll see. 

But while I was wearing the lovely thing, I decided I was too lazy to take the elevator so I always took the stairs. 

(Wait, hold the phone. Did she just say too lazy to take the elevator!?) 

And yes, I did. 

And this is why. There are never, ever elevators near where I'm going! Ever! I'm not that crippled to go out of my way to find the elevator. 

I probably look like a complete moron hobbling up the stairs but ya know what? Tough. I like it, it makes me feel better about myself. 

The boot won't get me down!!

Plus, I secretly have an irrational fear of the awkward elevator ride. Right!? Standing in there with someone you don't know, trying to make a conversation that you both don't want to have.. Just so much awkwardness in one small space. I can't handle it. 

Or attempting to squeeze myself into a wayyyyy too full elevator. Not my thing.

ay ay ay ZUMBA!

Today, being President's Day and all, I started off the morning right by going to a Zumba class. For those of you who don't know what this is, OH MY HECK YOU'RE SOOOOO MISSING OUT! Juss sayin'. It's fantastic because it's such a good workout but doesn't feel like one. How great! 

All you do is sexy-dance your little heart out and bam! Workout accomplished. 

I would post a picture of me actually doing Zumba but I feel like that would scare away people.. So you get the logo. :) 

I have never, ever been a good dancer. Nor will I probably ever be.. But, this makes me feel like I am one! So, for those of you who are looking for a good, fun workout? DO IT.

I'm kind of addicted now. 

The woes of a girl in a boot..

As of late, this lovely thing has accompanied me in daily life.

Cute huh!?

Now, I have to walk funny to make up for the height that the boot gives me (I call it my white girl swag), I can only wear skinny jeans (who's complaining about that though?!), my left shoes are all going to be significantly more worn down than my right, it takes me twice as long to walk to class, and i swear this thing (aka. Satan) is an invitation for people to come talk to me.


That last shouldn't be as bad as it sounds.. Except for the fact that creepers usually do most of the talking. Greeeeeaaaaaatttttt. 

To all Creepers:

This is NOT an invitation for you to come and help me. I am NOT a damsel in distress and I can carry my books just fine, thank you (a little independent wouldn't you say?)

Now, I know this sounds very rude but I've had to deal with this boot for waaaayyyy too long for me to have any more patience. 

Ah well, it happens right? Or only just to me.. 

I did it!!

So, I caved. I have given in to the blogging world. This is partially because I love looking at other people's blogs and secretly wish that I could be as cute and as creative as them.. Probably won't happen but who can blame me for trying?! I think we'll call this good for the first blog post. Ha. Enjoy! :)