Gracefully Galloping

It's ironic. I am not a very go-everywhere-and-do-everything kind of gal, but apparently I was this weekend and that caused my body to decide it wasn't happy last night and all this morning. Sleepover at Caitlin's last night was a success considering the fact that we were way too hyper for our own good and ran up a huge hill on her street and raced to the front door, gasping for breath at the end because we're so out of shape. Then I was reading her Seventeen magazine a.k.a the girliest and most wordly womanly magazine EVER. Caitlin then commented (facetiously of course) that I "chase after guys" and I would be like (complete with a physical demonstration of someone running in a frilly and quite desperate manner), "Waaaaiiittt! Where are you going?!?!" hahaha That made my day for sure and then I said in my typically Jessica manner, "I don't chase after guys...I gracefully gallop! I gallop on my high horse, refusing to get off and be "saved" by a knight in shining armor!" I was really rolling with the horse/fairy tale metaphor hehe Anyway, not that any of that is true, but it was quite enjoyable to joke around about it. So I had to stay at home today instead of going to the mall to "makeover" my friend Jack, and I go pretty close to insane when I have to be at home like a helpless vegetable who can't eat anything or get out of bed(I got out eventually and it didn't make much of a difference).

Drivers Ed will be the death of me (or my being instituted into an insane asylum, whichever comes first even though I'm pretty sure they don't allow dead people into insane asylums because that would be pretty useless, I mean what good will it do once you're already dead?) So I predict that I will be doing Drivers Ed whilst I watch the Giants game on tv tonight. Also, I am planning on doing a dorky thing tomorrow: I am bringing my mom's portable radio to my friend's birthday party so I can slyly listen to parts of the game, either that or my mom is going to txt me with updates. I have to do this since my good friend in photography class, my fellow crazy die-hard Giants fan, is going to be there at the game. And now I leave the computer to eat a sliver of pizza for dinner, oh the joy of having a wimpy immune system!