firefly thursdays

I woke up today feeling fresh and new. It amazes me how much better one feels when they are on a proper sleeping cycle. For the past two months or so I have just been not sleeping properly. I would stay awake till the early hours of the morning, and I'm not talking about 1:30 or 2:00. No. I'm talking about 4:45 or even 5:59. It got pretty bad. I would feel like crap every moment I was awake but I just couldn't get myself back on track. Well that is until....

Thank you 9 a.m. classes!!!

Seriously I am in love with my morning classes. They allow me to get to bed at a decent hour (now its 12:20-1:00 a.m) and I can wake up at 7:45 feeling so awake (I am a weirdy who functions fine off of 6-7 hours of sleep)

This morning was no different. I woke up, showered, dressed and got everything together for the day. As I was in my car, I realized I forgot a shirt. WHAT? You were outside topless?!?

No.

I was fully dressed. The story is last night I was talking to this kid Scott Esmond, and I told him that I would make a shirt saying "I love Scott Esmond" and that I would wear it to the show choir mock invitational (that is tonight). He didn't believe me.

Scott: There is no way you are going to make a shirt
Celia: You don't believe me?
Scott: I believe that you think that this is going to happen, but Celia, come on, I know you. You won't do it.
Celia: Oh I will too! And you will be all surprised when I pwn you with my awesome shirt making skills
Scott: Okay. If this so-called-shirt ever exists and you do wear it tomorrow, I will give you my Metallica ticket stub. My memory of my first and probably last ever Metallica show. I am so confident that this will not happen.
Celia: Just make sure that you bring the stub, because its going on my door when I win!

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As you can see, this was a big deal to me. I had to win this challenge. So I ran back into the house, and turned into the kitchen (because my bedroom is where our garage use to be). However while I was turning, my feet wouldn't stop moving forward. My shoes were so wet that they slid and so did I, slamming my leg into the courner of the wall...hard. After a few profanities and laying there looking rather pathetic, I stood up, hobbled to my room and back out. It wasn't until I noticed that my right leg, the leg that was injured, was feeling a little cold and wet that I realized that maybe this was more than just a little run-in with the wall. I pulled up my pant leg and noticed a rather dark red stream of blood trickling down my leg from a decent size gash in my leg.

Anyone see "Forgetting Sarah Marshall"? Remember the scene in the movie where Russell Brand's character is on the beach with coral stuck in his leg and Jason Segal's character has to pull it out? Well once the coral was pulled out and 3-5 seconds passed till a river of red started to flow down his leg...that was pretty much my situation. Minus the coral, being in Hawaii, and having Russell Brand or Jason Segal in my house.

I felt I was going to pass out. Not wanting to be found dead later that night (because I was the last one there) I mustered up some strength to clean myself off and put on two very big square Band-Aids.

That kid better bring that damn ticket stub. I'm probably crippled for life now.

Now I'm waiting at the firefly for my lovely friends, Katieface, Tressie (who now has short hair), and Anne for our weekly hangout. (Pictures to come later....of the fly and my leg)