Light it.

My speech went well, I suppose - I mean, at least everybody was telling me that it went well.  I talked a little bit about my life now and then I started from kindergarten and worked my way through college (it wasn't really that long of a speech though).  I started crying about halfway through.  I was rambling on about getting teased and then took a breath to think of something to say next - I couldn't push the lump in my throat down anymore and just started blubbering about a kid in my hometown that killed himself because of bullies. Like, a little little kid.  It was tragic.  Having Skeeter there helped though, he's such a good boyfriend.

I stopped being so hard on myself and realized that nobody's going to give up on me unless I give up on myself.  I attended practice with one of the other teams in the area and that was really good fun.  I'm friends with a lot of the girls on the team anyway, so it was kinda like getting to hang out with the people I love while doing the thing I love.

I'm still learning.

We all knew I was going to be hard work, and my injuries have set me back months behind everybody else. I just need to be kind on myself.

Currently, my&Skeeter's derby pads are soaking in a bathtub with a solution compiled of Mr. Clean and Dawn.

I'm enrolled in college again, to finish up what I started.  I have one class and a CLEP test, but I guess I need to go ahead and cross reference the checklist Quagmire made up for me against my transcripts to make sure that I'm not missing a class according to WVU Tech's standards.  I think it's super cool that I will be graduating from WVU Institute of Technology, by the way.

The fucking hill that I have to walk up, combined with derby - my ass and thighs are going to be the hottest things ever.

Somehow amidst all the crazy of this week - I lost 6 pounds!