Monday? More like no-fun day

*this should have been posted Monday... sorry for the delay***

I've officially declared Sundays and Mondays to be no fun. Sundays can be fun if you don't work but usually, if you're in college and are cramming in weekend hours, you'll be working AND you'll have schoolwork. Blech. Mondays are bad because they come after Sunday and they mean you have a whole week of school ahead of you.

Today wasn't horrible but I feel like at any moment I could pass out exhausted. I'm still fighting an icky cold, sinus infection thing and that is no fun either. Luckily, the weather today makes up for everything. If I could rule the world, this would be the weather I'd order everyday. It's a brisk fall temp of 65, smell of autumn, blue blue BLUE skies and a sun! Love it. It was the only thing that made shape-up good today. We played soccer. I've realized there are some people in that class who are uber-competitive, a big difference from me who will normally cheer no matter what team scores a goal. Today a girl kicked the ball right at my head. I naturally threw up my hands to block my face (my poor, poor face) and she snarled. "HA CHEATER. Can't use your hands in soccer." Sorry my bad. Next time I'll let you knock my glasses off. Later I also got kicked in the shin. But it was a fun time mostly.

I'm uber excited because it appears that Tyler has found a new car. A new used car at any rate, this means we can go back to having separate cars. Hooray for that. It's a sexy car, 4 doors power locks and doohickeys and a blue color that Tyler and I like to refer to as "stealth."

On Friday I went to my first Muslim prayer service. I had to wear long sleaves and a long skirt and cover my hair and neck. I felt a little funny but okay. I thought it was really interesting and beautiful but just can't get over that women are either supposed to pray at home or in a separate room. It was a room full of Muslim men-- no women! I have a Muslim girl in my class and she swore that she prefered it this way but it doesn't sit right with my western upbringing. It just seems funny. I mean, we'd raise our eyebrows if black people had to pray at home or in another room, right? Why is it different when it comes to gender. Why does what is between our legs have to define us so much. It gets frustrating.

This week already feels long... *sigh*