New hauls from Craigslist

$50 forum posting gig at Toggin.com
$15 for a purple bike that just needs air in the tires
$10 for a 4×6 slatted bamboo rug
$15 for a brand new desk
$30 for a brand new hand vacuum. Yes, expensive but it’s pretty and works really well and is cordless. And I couldn’t put off vacuuming bird seed and feathers for much longer.

Now just have to cut a deal for cable and internet because paying shitastic Time Warner $102 a month for sub par service is robbery.

On another exciting note, I have peroneal insertional tendonitis.  How do I know?  I did the hypocritical thing and self diagnosed my injury.  But having taken a human anatomy class, and sat through a 2 hour guest lecture by a podiatrist, I think I have more leeway than the patient who storms in the waiting room with googled printouts saying he as cancer when it’s only a strep infection.  I failed a quiz because I couldn’t remember what the peroneal tendons were.  And now it’s coming back to get further revenge.

I started wearing my really worn in Aeropostale ballet flats again, that I bought four years ago for $5.  Wore them religiously for the longest time, hiked through a rainforest, ran through Sydney beaches, in airports, around campus, you get the drift.  They were the most comfortable shoes I owned.  However the soles are worn down to almost nothing and the glue is wearing off.  So walking around dirt and gravel on shortcuts through campus wearing them this past week put a ton of stress on my tendon and eventually inflamed it.  And now it hurts like hell to put any pressure on it, so walking is agonizing.  Sharp pain that throws off my balance if I try.

Funny twist is, I have an excuse to wear my high heels now.  Seems counterintuitive since heels are the source of a myriad of foot problems, but the treatment is to wear ‘heel lifts’ to keep stress off the tendon and let it heal.  They’re foam cushions you’re supposed to put under your heel to lift it up.  Why do that when I have a massive collection of pretty shoes I never get to wear?  And lo and behold, I slip on my sexy pumps and it DOESN’T HURT TO WALK ANYMORE.   The pain completely goes away.

MANIACAL LAUGHTER.  THIS BUILDING HAS PLAGUED ME FOR THE PAST TWO YEARS.

Before

After…

So, I have a major lab practical worth 10% of my grade tomorrow, which means hunkering down and studying.  Aka browse random sites on the internet until it’s 2am and your eyes are bloodshot and getting nothing done, pushing you into an all nighter.

Wordle.net is a cool little image generator.  Type in a bunch of words, out comes this artsy cloud of pretty words.  You can mess with fonts, colors, distribution.  Easily amused I know.

So I pasted whatever was on my clipboard (study materials for my Anatomy lab), hit “Create” and voila.  It’s like one of those poetry magnet sets people put on their fridge to seem all intellectual and hip.  I’m sorry mister, $7.99 at Barnes and Noble does not make you coffeehouse artsy.

Smashed my final this morning, felt pretty damn good about it. Came home, studied for another five hours straight for the one tomorrow. Decided to do a little procrastinating and bake some cupcakes, because if I’m going to be up until the crack of dawn, I need my sugar fix.

Jess + Amy + Boredom =

Amy attempted to write our names. “Amy” worked fine, until I warned her squeezing in seven letters for “Jessica” wouldn’t work too well.

I’ve uploaded pictures, written this thing, I suppose I should go back to reading about Listeria monocytogenes.