je suis pas mal.

the better half of my day involved this:

the art history section is located in the basement of merril-cazier library,

right next to the special collections office. 

i have become rather close to this area over the past year. 

it is a glorious place.

i highly recommend it.

however. the part of my day that wasn't so fun?

getting my A kicked into shape by crossfit.

cuzzy and i thought it would be a good idea.

but considering the fact that we are both lying in our beds, broken with ibuprofen shoved down our throats at only 10:15...

i'd like to revert my previous sentiments on the matter.

last time i did crossfit, i was knocked flat for a solid two weeks.

the hill up 7th north to school tomorrow will not be my friend. i can tell you that much.

...

p.s. did i mention that i sit in a classroom for an hour each day and try to speak french?

did i mention that it, too, mercilessly kicks my butt?