No Time.

Zero. Nada. My days seem to be getting shorter and shorter, and the list of things exponentially grow! If I had one super power it would be to stop time and aging and everyone would freeze in their places until I could accomplish everything on my list, then I'd unfreeze time and everything will return to as it was. Except I won't be stressed out of my mind.

Here's the issue. When I get stressed for long amounts of time, I get sinus infections. Real bad ones too. And then being sick just stresses me out even more. It's a vicious cycle that I would like to precaution you away from. That made zero sense. En bee dee.

This is what I've been up to:

2/29/12--Sterling Scholar State Competition. YAY. Don't find out the winner until March 21. boo.

Since the beginning of time--shin splints. yum.

Last Wednesday--physical therapy for the shins (see bruised shins picture below). Aka to H and back. Picture this: me on a massage table-ish looking thing, rigid as a stone, holding back the tears, oxygen, and vomit. And a day spent at the blessed chiropractor. He's my miracle worker.

Since forever and twelve days ago--sacrum rotated ten degrees more than it should be, resulting in back issues. My back is wonky. Just ask me to bend over backwards for you next time you see me.

Friday-- sick leaf creeping into my pooch

Saturday-- wake up at 5:30 am. Cougarette workshop at 7:30 am- noon ish pm. Check out the pictures of my gnarly knee below. A masterpiece created at this said workshop. Straight from BYU, where I was reunited with L. Jones (my long lost big sis) and McKenna (my roomie from Ballet Camp last summer and partner in crime), to the AFHS to build a set for three hours. Footloose: be there or you're dead to me. More deets to come later. I was past zombie slash comatose state and acted a lil craze craze. Then went home and celebrated a cool event with my fam. Cheesecake, gluten-free style. The yummiest, thanks to Mother.

Today--Sickest leaf in my pooch. I feel awful, but there is no time to stop. I have so many things to do.

What a sight my legs are right now. Those faded bruises are from the blasted physical therapist, and that gigantor of a bruise is from the lovely Cougs workshop. It actually didn't hurt that badly until the bruise started forming... Which was right after the second time I landed on it. It looked cooler on Saturday. It was a turquoise and purple golf ball sticking out, just below my knee.

"No time to say hello, goodbye, I'm late, I'm late, I'm late!" <----- in my head, that applied to my situation a lot more than it actually does. Bummer.

P.s. Please tell people about my blog. I'm starting to want a little more than six followers... But I appreciate all six of you!