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So I'm very worried about this first entry, because it is sure to be lame, which sets a bad precedent, but Shannon assures me that Live Journal is like alcohol. "Just because you have a bad beer one night doesn't mean you won't get trashed the next." How very true. Of course, this is just a nice way of saying that people will continue to make the same mistakes over and over again, which Americans seem to have a particular knack for (as was apparent in the recent election). However, this wasn't supposed to be a political entry, so to change the subject randomly again, a puzzling imponderable:
my under-the-butt muscle is sore. Every teacher I've ever had has told me to use this phantom muscle, although they never actually name it. It isn't the hamstring or the gluteus maximus, but somewhere in between. How am I supposed to find and use a muscle that doesn't even have a name? Perhaps it is a conspiracy among the dance teachers to taunt us with the knowledge that if we could just find that muscle, we would suddenly be able to do everything right, however it doesn't actually exist and we're therefore doomed for inevitable failure. Hows that for a conspiracy theory?
Second imponderable: How is pumpkin bread so good and legal in all 50 states? Oh wait, theres probably some strange law in Mississippi...
Third (and final, I promise) imponderable: I killed a spider. Did I just ruin my karma and will I now come back in my next life as an ox? I've been compared to an ox three times within the last month. Coincidence?
my under-the-butt muscle is sore. Every teacher I've ever had has told me to use this phantom muscle, although they never actually name it. It isn't the hamstring or the gluteus maximus, but somewhere in between. How am I supposed to find and use a muscle that doesn't even have a name? Perhaps it is a conspiracy among the dance teachers to taunt us with the knowledge that if we could just find that muscle, we would suddenly be able to do everything right, however it doesn't actually exist and we're therefore doomed for inevitable failure. Hows that for a conspiracy theory?
Second imponderable: How is pumpkin bread so good and legal in all 50 states? Oh wait, theres probably some strange law in Mississippi...
Third (and final, I promise) imponderable: I killed a spider. Did I just ruin my karma and will I now come back in my next life as an ox? I've been compared to an ox three times within the last month. Coincidence?