First of all, this is an impressive story that would only happen to A. Me, or B. My older sister AH. It feels similar to the chocolate smear incident of 2010, which deserves explanation. I had gone to the bathroom and, as I often do, I was drying my hands in my hair (not as gross as it sounds, the hands are clean, the hair absorbent, you do the math) and as I reached up, my shirt came up in the slightest and there was something on my stomach. . . I had dropped a chocolate chip down my shirt earlier and it had gone unnoticed long enough to melt and smear across my stomach. I don't know what other people experience, but that was pretty damn close to my rock bottom. I thought it was pretty funny and told AH about it that afternoon and. . . The same thing had happened to her just the day before. So, maybe after she reads this story, she'll tell me the same thing happened.
Yesterday, I forgot to put my deodorant on before class. Being savvy and having smelled like armpit too many days in the past, I've learned to keep a stick in my backpack. I stood in the bathroom stall and quickly applied it. But, when I went to put the cap on, I couldn't find it! I thought I would have heard it, had it fallen on the ground, I looked all around the stall, and even in the next one, I patted myself down, I checked in my bag, and still no cigar. Defeated and now a bit crabby, I rolled it down so it wouldn't get all over my bag. I decided I would put it in a plastic bag and carry it around that way so it wouldn't fall apart or dry out. I spent the entire day baffled, where had that damn cap gone?
I forgot it after class, as KK and I decided to go check out a grocery store I had seen the day before. It was a lot bigger than Netto, but Netto being not only the first place I ever visited in Bielefeld, but also the cheapest grocery store I've found. I don't mind walking (although there are trams and buses willing to bring my lazy bum), and it's nice to get fresh air without sweating my face off. I bought about the same amount as usual and it was 10 Euro more than I would pay at Netto. . . And they didn't have my favorite German cheese there. I'm coming back, next week, Netto! I miss you! So, I got home around 1:30, I had already taken off my sweatshirt because it was warm. I was feeling feverish, and as I went to adjust my necklace, there was a hard piece in my shirt. . . Fully intact was the cap to my deodorant. I was both angry and excited to have found it, but it's a strange story. I just can't explain how it stayed there the entire day without falling out or being noticed. If it had been sticking out, I would have seen it, or felt it. One of those days. . .
Last night, KK and I tried a "conditioning" workout class with a new person I met last weekend called FK. The way it was described to me didn't sound so intense. It sounded like a fun workout. We started by jogging laps with this super fit guy in the middle, wearing spandex and a Britney Spears-esk microphone, shouting words of encouragement. Oh my goodness, it ended up being the hardest workout of my entire life. We did jumping jacks and everything you can imagine. We never stopped, we would skip instead of walking, run backwards, sideways, everything. By the time we got to the floor exercises I was exhausted. I don't know if you've ever tried doing push-ups in a pool of your own sweat, but it's not very easy. KK was laughing at the sweat dripping from my face. There weren't a few drops here and there. If most people "srpinkle" I was raining cats and dogs, maybe a dam broke or something. It was good that the super fit guy was in the middle so everyone could see. He was my motivation to keep going, if that's what he does every day, I'll be fit sooner or later. I'm also excited because the uni pool opens next week, and is open in the mornings from 7:30-9 or 9:30. I don't mind working out twice a day as long as they are not both sweaty, because I only have so many workout clothes. We'll see how long I can keep that up. Tonight we're going to the art museum to see a Picasso exhibit. It should be interesting. I forgot to sign up, but Wednesdays are free for Students, so I figure nobody will be put out by it.
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