Bar fight = ouchies

So as usual, I have amazing and inspiring thoughts throughout the day. Then I get on the Internet to log a web entry and those great thoughts frolic away. Thoughts shouldn't be so fleeting for numerous reasons. Okay, I'm just playing, because really, I don't think much throughout the day. And sadly my thoughts kept on coming back to the fact that I look slightly abused. Haha. Yesterday I played church basketball and boy did I get myself beaten up. I would love to say that there were young house wives with lots of suppressed aggression that were taking out their anger on me, the poor single-ite. But no. I'd even be less embarrassed if the reason was because I played some really hard ball and things just got out of control. That's also a, but no. I'd even settle for saying that things were out of my control and accidents happen. Hah. No, last night was humorously filled with me jumping and crashing into walls and ramming my eye into Michelle's surprisingly sharp but expectantly aggressive fingers, amongst the most horrible of things. On the bright side my spine may have realigned from past damage because I've never heard my vertebrae crack so many times. Don't go to the chiropractor, just slam the right side of your body against a brick wall. Of course you may not be able to sleep on your hip and your neck may hurt if turned to the left, but you'll be aligned. I don't know if I'm exaggerating but my professor took more than a few glances at the fields of (oh geez, I can't recall the word I'm looking for so excuse my five year old babble . . .) 'ouchies' on my right arm, the chunk of flesh taken from my right cheek, and the increasingly enlarged pool of blood in my right eyeball. Then again maybe his eyes are bad, and I'm taking some creative liberty.
So, I attempted to focus but kept on returning to thoughts of how uncomfortable I was. I wonder that if my professor cared enough to ponder why I had those 'ouchies' concluded that they were from my being abused, in a bar fight, or playing a sport? Cause' I certainly do not look like the basketball playing type. And I'm not! Hah, when I was unexpectedly passed the ball and had no other option but to dribble doun court I said "Well, here I go".
Yesterday was frustrating, not because of the basketball game, but because of the ballet class before. I desperately need to take technique classes more often! I had to stop once we got to petite allegro because my calves were shooting pain. Bah. On the good side, well, on the great side I get to be in High School Musical II and the club I'm in charge of at the U may have a venue to perform at come April! I'm already a part of a benefit concert for the Utah Food Bank and now I hope to incorporate the club with it too. I have a meeting today to try to accomplish just that! Wish me good luck!
Well thanks for reading my whimperings and I would write on those groundbreaking thoughts that I mentioned earlier but I can't focus because my eye hurts. Sorry :).