::Friday, January 19, 2007::
Oh dang, the story of yesterday...
It's more of a rant than a story, but I'm gonna tell it anyway because it is my blog. Yesterday began average. It wasn't good or bad really. Nothing to complain about but nothing really to express immense joy over either. At one point I was remotely bored so I decided that I should do something with my time. I was sitting in the main building when I decided maybe I could go for a walk or something. I went to put a book I was unsuccessfully trying to read in my mailbox. Now, without naming names or being specific, I will tell the next part of the story. Someone was in the mailroom. So was someone else. Person #1 made a really unneccessary remark that crossed a line that couldn't be more visible if you covered it in reflective tape. I was less than pumped with Person #1, and it was incredibly awkward for me and Person #2. Inside my head, I knew that if I didn't leave the room right then and there I would quite possibly implode and splatter the people in the mail room with unpleasant things, so I left. I borrowed my roomies iPod and hit the treadmills in the work-out room. I was so glad to be able to go and run off my steam. Unfortunately, I forgot how long it had been since I ran, and I could hardly keep us my speed for over five minutes. I was only going around 10km/hr so, needless to say, I was less than pleased with myself. I was so angry that I left the work-out room and went outside. I walked a good ways in just shorts and a T-shirt. The iPod had very little music that fit my emotions at that time, so I found the one song that sort of fit, "Let's get Retarded" by the Black-Eyed Peas, and jogged outside to it about four or five times through. I was frozen and blazing and ticked at myself so I went inside, gave my roomie back her iPod and hit the showers...literally. I sat in the bottom of the shower and cried like a mother who just lost a child. Honestly, it sounds like I am overreacting over a simple comment, but I suppose since things are good here that little things get over-looked, and I guess I hadn't snapped in a while. Anyway, I cleaned myself up, put on comfy clothes, and went back to the main building just in time for supper. Normally, when I am bummed out, my instinct is to miss a meal or two. This day in particular, I decided not to let the devil win and I went towards the cafeteria. My roomie caught me before I went in and told me something that had been said about me and that some rumors were going around between a few people that were not so flattering about me so, again, I was less than happy. I hugged her, then we headed to supper together. To put the cherry ontop of the sundae, supper was really gross. It was an exhausting day, but something about exhausting days out here, no matter how bad they are, there is always someone to back you up, or someone to vent to, or someone to pray for/with you, or someone just to hug you without knowing any details. Now, to put the hearts of the people reading this at ease, the rumors have been discussed and straightened out for the most part, I have running buddies who also can't run very well (yet) and my good friend Kyle burned me a cd of angry/energetic/running music which I have recently added to Jerilee's iPod and now I am set for the next time my day is bad. Maybe with these forms of support, I will handle situations like this better. Woot woot for ranting. Thank you all for listening. Please don't judge me.
:: 4:33 PM::
::Hailey Jeanne::
girl| OXOXOXOXOXOX | femme | loves | piano | guitar | long romantic walks on the beach |
writing| singing | pineapple | the color orange | white chocolate | family | my roomie | laughing out loud | blowing bubbles | smiling | Softsoap Milk & Honey body wash | making up my own words |
