So I’ve learned a few things in the past few days.

For starters, I can’t have caffeine. Shocker. Makes my adrenals overcompensate themselves or something. Yesterday I had my last Coke, and it taught me a lesson because it ended up giving me a pretty intense headache.

I can’t help it though, my period is coming. I crave Pepsi or Coke around that time. And all I want is a Midol. But can I have it? NO. It has caffeine.

I think that I’m learning that I just need to give into my body.

Right now my body is telling me to go to sleep but I can’t do that either.

So last night I called Jessica on my way home, since I haven’t talked to her in like…two whole days. Plus it’s always good to be on the phone with someone when you’re walking to your door at 11 p.m.. I got to my door, and this frog that hangs out on my front entry was hanging out on the doorknob. Last time he was somewhere that affected me going into my apartment, I had Pete, and he took care of it, like a good boyfriend does. This time, I had Jessica, which means that not only was she not physically there, she also believes in tough love (meaning…making me get rid of the frog myself). So I threw mulch at it. It didn’t move.  I got a stick and tried poking at it. It didn’t move. I didn’t want to hurt it, I just wanted to get inside.

"I don’t want to wait forever for him to move," I told her.

"Lindsay, it’s just a frog," she reminded me.

"But it might jump on me."

"You’re from MIAMI, you’re not afraid of things!"

"Being from Miami means you’re not afraid of the ghetto. It doesn’t mean that you’re not afraid of frogs!"

After a little more encouragement, I scared the frog away (he’s getting way bigger than he was the first time I saw him), and we were able to carry on our conversation.

Oh and soccer last night. We lost. 3-0. But I was cool with that, because it was better that the first game. But all the people in this rec league have played serious soccer before! Why aren’t they in the Competitive league?? I don’t understand!

During warm-up, the ball came at me, and instead of heading it, I ducked. Then I opened my stupid mouth and said, "If there’s one thing I won’t do, it’s head!"

That goes right up there with "There’s sausage all over my hands!" and "Do you want my cherry?" Why does Brent have to be present everytime I say something stupid like that?? And why do I say those things in front of groups of people??

Afterwards Rick and I went to Ale House and met up with Mandy and Brent and Jason. I’m so glad that they’re playing soccer with me (except for Mandy, she’s not allowed! Gotta protect the baby!). Baby Boostrom will be our little mascot when he gets older. Like sometime after he’s born.

But anyway, this is getting long and pointless so I’m going to go back and do some work.