Blaaaahhhhh.

There were snow flurries outside today while we were driving to the barn. It was so cool. And super cold, too. 

Latin made me really happy again today. I don't know why I'm always so happy in that class. I think my destiny is to become a Latin teacher, no matter how much I balk at it and try to inch my way into computer science. I really don't even care for the history and mythology part. I'm all about the grammar. I could study Latin grammar forever and ever and ever and never get tired of it, not even once. Well, that's a bit of an exaggeration, but hopefully you know what I mean. I could read and translate all the time and not get too sick of it. 

In fact, I only translated one chapter of "De Bello Gallico" for today, and class went by really quickly. I remember how quickly I translated Chapter 16 when I realized that we were almost done with Chapter 15 and still had a good 45 minutes left of class. Most of the class was scrambling to translate 16 just like I was, and Professor Houghtalin noticed. She stopped torturing us and lectured on Caesar instead. 

See, professors do have hearts. 

I really should do that more often. I did it at an amazing speed, and I did it fairly accurately. Hm. Something to think about. 

Why do translations that I prepare the night before suck, when translations that I prepare during the reading are really good--and done ten times faster?

As I've always said, I work well under pressure. 

Mrs. Weddle would NOT be happy if I told her just how many perfect-score papers I wrote for her the morning that they were due :D 

My hip is a lot better than it was. It still hurts a whole lot, but I'm not screaming out in pain and I can walk fairly normally. I also rode and jumped today, which was great. 

I think I close my eyes over every jump. I have no idea why, but it's funny. 

I have Chemistry, House, and GALL tonight, hooray. 

I'm also supposed to go to a floor meeting with the RA, but I'm just going to meet with her later on to talk to her. 

I wish I had something good to eat around here. 

I have cereal and oatmeal, but I have to save them for breakfast. I have ginger snaps, but I don't need any more of them. I have two oranges, but it's too cold for oranges. I could make some pasta or some soup, but I don't feel like getting up. I also have to save the soup for Thursday after Chemistry, when I walk across campus at 10PM, freeze half to death, and go back to my room hungry and tired. Especially hungry. 

Oh. I got a doctor's appointment for next week. My sister has one too, with the same guy, on the same day. She has to see him for her broken ankle, and I have to see him because I'm a gimp. He's an orthopedic doctor. He'll probably send me to the physical therapist again, or he'll send me to a chiropractor, or he'll prescribe some awesome painkillers, or he'll tell me it's all in my head. 

We'll just have to wait and see.

This coldness is probably not helping my joints.