“owwwwwwwwwargh.” - me, wimpiest kid ever.
My arms are so sore it’s a huge task to do anything. I can’t even lift my backpack without having to take a break. I’m pretty sure this is a sign that I should give lifting weights a break, or at least knock down the amount I’m lifting so I don’t start whimpering at the thought of having to golf in a couple days.
I just came back from the Kilk. Stephanie, Joyce, Jacky, Houen and I all went out for rib night. One cent ribs?! Ridiculous! Apparently twenty ribs is way too much. Those ribs weren’t even that great .. they were just cheap. I should’ve gone for the chicken tenders. But Houen picked up the bill, so I can’t complain. I have art class tonight, and hopefully a lot of people don’t skip because our professor isn’t going to be able to show up.