Americano A**

Yes, this morning I spilled my precious americano on my a** not just once, but twice. How is this even humanly possible? How does one go about spilling scalding hot beverages on the booty? This story could not be made possible without the culmination of a series of events that started yesterday night. I have this group project due today in Japanese and anyone who knows anything about college or school in general knows that group projects are H.E. double hockey sticks. Personally I feel like group projects are a little too high-school for a University of Wake's standing, but my Japanese sensei is all about some group projects. I think she must feel like 2 quizzes a week, essays, readings, and graded homework every night for a class that meets daily isn't enough work. As such she's assigned us the dauntingly impossible task of coordinating 3 disparate schedules to complete a ridiculous project. Needless to say this coordination was quite tough and we didn't get done with our work until late and I got to sleep at 11:30. That's like 3am for normal people. I had to wake up at 4:30 to get my food cooked for the day and get over to the Bootcamp. I was late, of course. And then I had to leave early because my co-worker at the Miller Center wasn't able to find a replacement and I needed to be there sparkly on-time. Just as I got into the car, I got a text from one group member about how our project was in ruins and we'd have to do some last-minute repair work. As I drove and talked (not texted) I made my way towards sanity aka the Starbucks. Now Jamey's x-terra is a beautiful thing, but its cup holders are a little big for an SB venti cup... and so it happened that as I sped down Polo Road with my cell phone in one hand and my other hand on the wheel... pulling around a corner lead to the americano tipping over and spilling down the back butt-pillow of the driver's seat. Whoooo that was HOT. After I got off the phone I attempted to slow the speed and watch the americano. As my friend Anna would say "no dice." After another unfortunate turn this rear-end got a double dipping in caffeine frenzy. It's a good thing I'm wearing my house-of-pain camo pants or there would be just one more reason for all the young men on this campus to do a double-take on the donk. I mean you can't have junk in the trunk like this and not get some stares, so keeping it all on the DL is a priority and stained butt cheeks are not on the DL. Will I have time to change pants today? Umm, that would be a big fat no. Looks like it's fitNasti all the way today.

Exams are right around the corner and my studying has been at the near-zero level. It was sort of hard to squeeze in yesterday when my day consisted of a 5am wake up, 6am work, 7am lifting, 8-10am work, 10am class, 11am client, 12-5pm classes, group project from 5-6, drive to Fitness 2000 (for posing practice), 30 minutes cardio pre-posing, posing, shower, progress pics, group project 'til 11, phone call with Jamey 'til 11:30. Yeah. Not exactly a free moment.


Posing practice was alright but I didn't feel as good as I did with Maria. I'm still sort of awkward and I haven't gotten my straight-line walk down quite right. I think all of that is just heel-time. More time in the heels + more practice = getting better. But still, in the last 3 weeks I've gotten in more practice for this June show then I did for the April show, so I'm on the right track... it's still a long road to perfection (if there is such a thing), but at least I'm on that road. I should be focused on the journey, not the destination, right?

Today should be my first real opportunity to study, but that's still in question. I have physical therapy today and I am in much need of it too - my right leg is feeling wonkified. Who knows how many other chances I'll have to go before my insurance runs out when I graduate (sad and yet not sad at all). Then there's training, and working, and clients, etc. We'll see what happens. Bottom line is: I will prevail!