Please Don't Stop the Music....or maybe you should...

It seems like a constant here at my apartment building. I usually love music, but there is someone always sharing their talents at that piano that is placed in the middle of the downstairs community area. ahhhh sooo loud. I wish there was a piano room. *First world problems...I know*

I just want to say that I am so tired of school. I have an occasional good day. Actually I usually like most of my classes once I get there, but it's the getting to class that is hard lately. I probably didn't get started out on the right foot this semester by taking a trip to Ohio. I went home to be there when my brother and his family went through the Columbus Ohio temple to be sealed together. I just didn't want to miss being there for that. Plus I was really feeling homesick. I was glad I got to be there and the weekend there made me realize I probably am not ready to move back to Ohio yet. I only missed a few classes and I think I have been able to keep up in my classes so far. Then last week hit. I am not completely sure what I did to myself. I have been walking to class everyday and I walk extra on other days just for the sake of getting out and moving (exercise of sorts). But my sore muscles just kept getting worse and worse no matter how many milligrams of Ibuprofen I took. And I had just gotten a massage. Who knows if it was too deep and just made matters worse. It felt good that evening and the next day, but then at night I was not able to sleep very well. My back was so sore. I had a hard time breathing the next morning. I guess most people won't care about the details. I had a friend take me to a chiropractor. That helped lots. I was able to breathe a lil better. Then it came back with a furry. So this time I decided to go to the student health center. I have a feeling my poor attitude and frustration with it all isn't making my healing process go along any faster.  I've just been a little bit feisty in my thoughts. I have had to miss lots more class. It kills me. I can't seem to get motivated to do much of anything. In the mean time Robaxin and Ibuprofen have been my constant friends.

I do however love that I get to live with 4 really great girls. They have been little lifesavers for me. Each one has a personality all of her own. They have all helped me with little things and have been good about keeping a smile on my face by having one on theirs.

Also I will say just for the sake of something on a happier note. I have gone a few dates with a boy from Idaho falls. He's super talented, interesting, has a fun family who are also interesting. His mom likes me. He's easy to talk to, gives great hugs. We have a fair amount of things in common and just as many different. Soo I'm looking forward to this weekend when I'll see him again. Everyone seems to want to know if there is potential...well, sure, but I don't know how it will all turn out but its been nice to have gone out on a couple nice dates with a nice guy.

Well I got a couple letters this week in the snail mail that I need to reply to eventually too. I better get to all of my writings with that soon. So this was sort of a quick check in with my few readers because I'd rather write in more detail here than post a ton of status updates on Facebook.  Thanks for reading :)