The best part of waking up

I love this song right ow. I heard it in Starbucks this morning, and I've listened to it a few times since I got home.

I finished my accounting project. Fucking hooray! It's like, 30% of my grade! And I feel pretty fucking good about it, too. This pleases me.

Walsenberg Power Plant and the Dunes are on the docket for this Saturday, but with even MORE people this time. So, there's that. I don't think I'll take pictures at the dunes this go 'round. Just different pictures at the power plant. Perhaps I'll even be bold and enter the deep deep basement. Because I guess I have a death wish.

I have to clean my stupid apartment. I'm going to watch The Prophecy Three, because I have a love of really, really shitty movies. Tonight, it's Accounting lecture and exercises, then the gym, then I'm coming home to go on my first run in months. I'm already nervous. I got sucked in up to my knees in river quicksand yesterday, and as a result, I have a three inch long, two inch wide gnarly ass bruise with additional cuts and abrasions. I'M FUCKING GORGEOUS. And not clumsy at all.

I am definitely a summer child. I love to walk barefooted through rivers and creeks and laze around in the warm sun, and play outside....even still, at thirty, these are some of my favorite things to do. However, there are times, like yesterday, when it doesn't serve me well:

And the beautiful result:

Don't mind the angle on that first picture. I'm not that huge.