bryiarrose | nieva

tomorrow i will be favoring my right knee like mad.
broomball was rough tonight, and tomorrow i will feel it even worse than i do now.
it's that moment, when you're fighting so hard... and the ball is twenty feet in front of you and no one else is going to get there... and so you run as best you can to get there, even though you can't run anymore...
yes. we lost. but it was damn well worth the fight.
i love broomball.

my financial aid finally came through. well, at least they've had me sign everything and told me the amounts. which happen to cover all of my academic expenses and the estimated cost of room & board (what it would be on campus. yes they give me that). now if i can only figure out how to get some of that money...
it made my day yesterday. enough so that i had two margaritas last night when i probably should have been working. but it was wednesday, and i had a good excuse.
why is it that i mostly want to drink margaritas when i've had a really good day?
something about the properties of tequila? or an association with when i first learned to like them?
i don't know.

drank tonight too after broomball. but now it's my weekend so i'm allowed.
think perhaps, though i don't feel it in my head, i'm still a little bit tipsy.

also, i'm starting to freak out about this whole twenty-four thing.
where the hell did twenty-three go?
i think i kind of liked it, but i don't know what happened to it. maybe there's some sort of monster that goes around eating 23rd years? is this a common occurance?
apparently, i need to sleep.
tomorrow: will get stuff done that needs to get done. also, will begin learning to play drums. then will fix pajamas for party.

i hope the snow keeps falling. i hope it sticks and stays. i made a snow angel tonight. i haven't done that since... well. i don't know when. love the snow. hate the cold. but. love. the snow.