okay, back from kickboxing. :) so, funny thing happened in kickboxing today. we were doing this ab exercise in partners where we worked with this 2 kg ball. it was pretty heavy especially when we were doing obliques with it. what we were supposed to do is this: one person is on the mat, one person is standing above their hips (kinda straddling them). the standing person holds the 2 kg ball and lightly tosses it to the person on the mat who holds it above their head and goes down with it. then the person on the mat comes back up and tosses the standing person the ball and so on. so i went first and it was me on the mat and melissa standing. at one point, both of us weren't paying attention and melissa dropped the 2 kg ball (the HEAVY 2 kg ball) smack dab on my face. it was kinda painful, but it was mostly just funny. AND THEN the standing girl next to us, who also wasn't paying attention (who was actually watching us when melissa dropped the ball on my face) dropped the ball onto HER partner. it was like a weird chain reaction. it was pretty funny though. =D

okay, so last night, while i was tooooottally procrastinating on my italian paper, i started playing with this magic 8 ball that melissa and grace had linked up in their infos. it was pretty depressing actually. my first question was, "am i going to fall in love this year?" yes. so next question is, "is someone else going to fall in love with ME this year?" no. so i start getting a little desperate and crazed and ask this online magic 8 ball if i'll EVER get a boyfriend in my life. like, EVER?! very doubtful. so the next (logical) thought is, "perhaps i'm going to die young. magic 8 ball, will i die young?" without a doubt. good news is that i won't die from a disease. bad news is that i will be murdered and it will be a painful death. i won't even die a hero!! so then i asked if i was going to commit suicide. mmm...yes. this year? no. i don't think this online magic 8 ball liked me very much. :( as jo would say, "WAAAAAUUUUUUGGGGHHHHH!!!"

well, anyway. you know, i was just thinking. thanksgiving is going to be the first time i fly home all by myself. and with airline tickets, the cheapest way to go is to have at least one stopover. but if you know me, you know i have absolutely NOOO sense of direction. i get lost very easily. i once got lost in newpark mall. the sad thing about that is that newpark mall is basically just a large two-story oval. knowing me, i'll probably end up in san jose, costa rica instead of san jose, ca. i know, i know, it's kinda hard to get on the wrong plane, but hello...i once got on the wrong shuttle on campus. instead of taking the campus loop shuttle, i took the parking shuttle. and yes, the two shuttles look completely different, and yes, the parking shuttle was labeled. see? see that?! see how far my stupidity reaches? didn't think it was possible, didja? didjadidjaDIDJA?!?! well, it is. anything is possible with me. i once fell off a chair all by myself. without being pushed. i kinda just...tipped over. and fell. ask grace, she was there. one minute, i was in my chair, the next minute, she turns around and i'm on the floor in a heap.

anyway, back to the whole first-time-on-a-flight-by-myself thing. i remember a while ago, deb suggested that i should like pretend i'm twelve years old and get one of the flight attendants to assist me. ha. ha. AAAHHH!! oh well. if i end up in costa rica...we'll know why.

okay, well, time to stop blabbing. must study for vietnamese and italian quizzes tomorrow. and enjoy my caribbean passion jamba. =D