Well, no, not that important. But it’s important to me – so it’s important enough to give my hand a rest for a minute.
Anyway, I went to the doctor today just for a check-up. While I was there, I asked him about my posture, which is notorious among my friends for being absolutely horrible. Even my Wii says s0 (sniff sniff!). Here’s the verdict: My legs are un-fing-even. AJASDHDFH. I can hardly think right now. Basically, what that means is this:
- I have bad posture.
- My center of balance is off.
- I’m at a higher risk for arthritis.
- My spine is rotated.
- I have a hip on one side and not the other. AASKFHDKGHFDKJG.
I mean, come on. I’m exactly 5 feet tall; my stature has enough going on without throwing this in the mix.
Uhm, let’s see… Oh, yeah. I’m trying to finish reading The Notebook tonight, because our school’s breakfast club is discussing it tomorrow and, well, I started it today. It’s not entirely my fault, though – they’re the ones who picked the piece of trash :K
Nicholas Sparks can write. I’ll give him that. But like Sarah Dessen, he uses his gift to churn out book after book like a friggin machine – that’s just not the way it’s meant to work. Writing is an ART. It isn’t something you’re meant to mass-produce, because then it wouldn’t be art – it’d be like a car. At one point, maybe a car was a work of art because of how amazingly complex and magical-seeming it was. Then just about everyone got one and POOF, it’s not just common but EXPECTED that you’ll have a car or two.
/endrant
Finally, here’s something else I was mulling over:
Dear teachers and other building administrators with whom I’ve come in contact,
Our school is only so big, and inevitably we pass each other in the hallways. And quite frankly, this concerns me – not the fact that we pass each other, of course, but the debate as to whether I should look up, wave, and/or say hi, or just to shuffle over to the other side of the hall and put my head down (Usually I choose the latter). The part of this that is actually what concerns me is that I think you think I’m rude. Please don’t take it personally – it’s a dilemma of mine, and I’m sure of others too. I’m not quite sure why I do this, but I do. Which, of course, makes it pretty awkward when we’re the only two people in a hallway, in which case I’ll usually let out a “hi” that nobody can hear. Again, don’t take it personally. I just don’t know what to do!
Sarah
One more thing:
Today at the doctor’s office, I also learned about something called the “adolescent brain”. Basically, it’s the reason I always, always, always end up in bed at exactly the same time every night. The reason my showers always take exactly the same amount of time. Breakfast. Math tests. Etcetera. The cure? Time. Well, great, doc. That really makes me feel great, knowing I’ll never be able to get more than 7 hours of sleep on weeknights. Really, it makes me feel fan-tastic.
This concludes my crappy day.
