i am done with school, and i don't know quite what to do with myself. work is easy and rather boring because there aren't a whole lot of people who need my help on only the first day of the semester. all the idaho peeps are working on finals.
i'm antsy, agitated, and irritable.
there are other nagging issues involving men, but that's just a waste of time and adding to my agitation.
i just want to hit rocks with sticks.
yesterday, because it was freakin gorgeous outside a few friends and i drove to the snake river where they usually practice rowing and we laid on the dock for a good hour and a half i'd say. well, they laid the whole time. i had to hit rocks.
one of the girls' boyfriends obviously did not do well with just laying around and needed an activity. the two went off for a while and walked around and when they returned they reported the guy tried to hit rocks in the river with a stick but wasn't very good. instinctively then, i shot up from my sunbathing position and yelled, "i love that shit!!" (eloquent, i know). it was great. i procured a sweet stick-bat after some searching and climbing trepidously on the sharp rocks and i'd say that my friends boyfriend and i hit rocks in the river for a good 45 minutes. it was the best thing ever. the healthiest way to deal with stress as you are focused on something else besides yourself, and it also reminds me of some great memories of this summer at Shoshone. either way, i need to hit rocks sometimes- i just forget about it.
my back muscles are sore from it today, and i have a blister on my hands from the stick. but it's worth it.
and, to make it all better, i was way better at it than the stupid boy.
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