Mama Said Knock You Out

Lacrosse has been over for a week now, and I've begun exploring new fitness options. This has led me to...boxing. Some girls do yoga, some girls like zumba classes, and some girls like to hit a 150 pound bag for an hour with Nas playing in the background. I enjoy bikram yoga, but boxing really beats the hell (pun intended) out of sitting like a tree for 90 minutes. I've gone to three classes at LA Boxing and I'm completely hooked (pun intended). My favorite part of the class is watching the 55 year old Italian guy next to me slugging away on a bag like he's about to go into his 2nd heart attack; I just picture him in his mind thinking, "I coulda been a contendah."

GROSS

This week I am bogged down with paper after paper (which is exactly why I'm blogging).  It's irritating, because I sit there thinking, "I'm graduating in 3 weeks, I do NOT care about this paper, this is bullshit." And as my professors talk to my senior classes about these papers, I can see it in their eyes, they're thinking. "These kids are graduating, they don't give a shit about this, this is bullshit." I just want to jump up in class and say "Let's stop bullshitting each other! Soon enough I'm joining your world of 9-5 and parties where it's inappropriate to take shots of goldshlagger and dance on the host's coffee table to Thriller!" Which I guess I'm actually not, thank you Grad School.

Adrienne!!!!