These Boot Were Meant For Torture

On Saturday I bought some boots. They were $30, which I'm told is a great price for boots.
On Wednesday I ran out of jeans. Usually I wear one pair a week, but my scheduling got off, so what was supposed to be this weeks pair got too stretched to stay put properly. My khakis are also dirty. I decided to wear dress pants, but since it was raining (I literally woke up to the thunder. It was awesome!) I had to wear heels. I figure, why not wear my great new boots! So I do. First thing I notice is that they are quite noisy. However, it's the kinda cool authoritative sound, like I'm an angry principal going to bust the child deviant. By the time I get to my second class, I've noticed something else: my feet hurt. When I get to my third class, I tell Cami that my feet are killing me. After my last class, Cami and I meet up again. My first sentence to her: "My feet feel like pain." And it was true. By this point, they were hurting a lot. Once I got to my office, they came off and stayed off until I had to go to the testing center. As soon as I got home, I went to the gym. When I am finally home to stay, I take off my sock to find that my toes were so compacted that one of my toenails had gouged my other toe. Ouch.

Four Square

Yesterday was our first FHE with our official groups. Just like last year, we've got one guy apartment and two girl apartments. We were, however, greatly outnumbered by the guys last night since another guy apartment didn't know what they were doing and spontaneously joined us and a recent acquaintance of Bernice's came (long story short, she met him about five days ago and now we're working on bringing him back to the church). Anyways, we went through introductions then an interesting lesson about the word of wisdom then, ironically, root beer floats! Everyone left after that piled into cars and drove over to a big, empty parking lot. We measured to make squares with the parking spaces and laid down some duct tape and BAM! FOUR SQUARE!!! The last time I remember playing four square was around fourth grade, but it was a blast! We played individually for a while before switching to teams with two per square. Then, we lost a few more and created six square. The "king" got to make rules, like dictating which body parts were allowed and that you had to make animal noises every time you touched the ball. The night definitely hit its peak when I got hit in the face with the ball. Man, I love FHE. And I love four square!