c'est fou!
my entire body hurts. exercise is evil. i am so not the exercising type. i mean, i like to be active...but being active is different than running on a treadmill. that is mindless stupidity. why do i care about burning calories? calories are my friends. all 1,400 of them, or however many i'm supposed to consume in a day. i don't even know. my sister and i had a "how-many-situps-can-you-do-in-a-minute" competition last night. i won, naturally, since i am the exercise queen...COUGH. but i still won...and paid a price for my satisfaction. any stomach movement that exceeds moving an inch to the left or right causes me extreme pain. stupid jera. making me do situps.
aside from that lovely rant of self-pity, i also practiced the flute for an hour and a half and the piano for another hour (!?!?). i have played the chaminade concerto so many times in the past week, if i hear it one more time, i will (and this is the truth) throw myself off the roof. i see the music and get nauseated. not really the fact that it's difficult, but more of the fact that i'm just sick of the song. nothing excites me more than dozens of 32nd notes. ooh, i'm feeling a tingle just thinking about it.
okay, i'm definitely throwing myself off the roof now.
aside from that lovely rant of self-pity, i also practiced the flute for an hour and a half and the piano for another hour (!?!?). i have played the chaminade concerto so many times in the past week, if i hear it one more time, i will (and this is the truth) throw myself off the roof. i see the music and get nauseated. not really the fact that it's difficult, but more of the fact that i'm just sick of the song. nothing excites me more than dozens of 32nd notes. ooh, i'm feeling a tingle just thinking about it.
okay, i'm definitely throwing myself off the roof now.