For those of you who haven't heard, I hate Christina Aguilera, and I giggled uncontrollably to myself when I heard that she had been arrested. Also, I loved Pink's Tweet about it: "Out of Britney, Christina, and me, didn't everyone think I would be the problem? Look, Ma, no cuffs!" God, I love her.
In other news, I've been even clumsier than usual recently. First, I slipped on some unsalted ice in front of my apartment on my way to school--why it wasn't salted yet, I don't know, and they're lucky I didn't feel like suing anyone that day, because I would've sicced Brad Chase, my go-to legal man, on them in a second--and fell on my arse, and also managed to pull a muscle in my upper thigh. Then I had to go to the weight room in gym and I think that was a bad activity to sign up for (in my defense I did it before I was harmed by somebody's gross negligence) because I strained it some more, and I'm now walking--if that's what it is--with the flesh-and-blood equivalent of a peg leg. Argh. I'm a pirate.
Then I slept on my right side the whole night--I usually sleep on my back--with my fist jammed in my neck for some reason (I don't know; I woke up like that). Now, when I turn my head to the right, I can only move it somewhat before pain shoots up and down my face. IT'S NOT A GOOD TURN! On the plus side, though, it proves I'm not possessed, because if I was possessed I would be able to turn my head all the way around no matter which way I slept (do demons even sleep??? Burning question--pun. Hee hee.). Sadly, though, my days of doing owl impressions have come to a screeching halt for the time being, which sucks, because my name is NiteOwl. Crap.
Also, my neck was starting to feel better when I worked out and somehow twisted it again. Darn.
Then I strained my right arm doing I-know-not, especially because I'm a leftie.
I woke up with random sinus pain and the left half of my face felt like it was going to explode. Then I had to take medicine and almost fell asleep while I was presenting my PCR/Gel Electrophoresis slideshow in Biology today. Thank God we had a movie in American Studies last period. I could sleep.
Ooh, the Decemberists!
Sorry. Got distracted for a minute there. Where was I? Oh, yeah. My pain.
I sat on my foot too long and crushed it.
My leg fell asleep because I did (I didn't even know that was possible). Then I couldn't wake it up, even though I did (really, if it's going to be connected one way, it might as well be connected the other way, right, dude?). It hurt to walk on.
Can I just say "Thank God" that I don't use my locker? Because by now I think I would have smacked myself in the face or got crushed by falling crap or got something like a finger or my braid stuck in there.
THANK GOD.
I have to go. My papercut--which I gave myself--is acting up. I'm an inch away from smacking my face on a desk or breaking a hip, and we all know it's downhill from there. I'd ask you to tell me to break a leg, but don't. I actually might. Actually, I think I just did. Can you break your leg sitting at a computer?
Ooh, the Decemberists!
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