Gym and the Power of Touch

Good-bye Creative Writing (and morning posts!!). *droop* I have a GYM class now. This is the first gym class I've had since the 8th grade. So yeah, you can imagine my nervousness. Add in my hated of short pants, and you get a VERY weird/angry person.

All we did today was get our spots on the gym floor. A ninety minute period . . . and we spent twenty minutes doing ANYTHING that was merited class-work. So the other seventy minutes were spent on the bleachers, talking.

And so I get to advisement. My feet are up in a chair, and some kid stands there, like he wants to sit there. I move my feet, saying, "Here, man, you can sit here."

And how does he thank me? HE TRIES TO SLIDE HIS HAND UP MY FREAKING LEG!!!!

I jumped up and shouted, "DUDE! WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?!?!?!?!?" I was going to beat him, but the teacher got in the way.

Plus, I got attacked by this HUGE spider last night around midnight.

As you can see, I have not had the best of days.

But that is all okay! For now I have the healing powers of Say Anything's Chia-Like, I Shall Grow. I love that song . . .



ha ha! Here is my new obsession. *scolding other obsessions* Be nice - it's new.

~Jink, who may have gone insane and never realized it