the trees are on fire

pain is a wonderful teacher. if something hurts like hell, we will avoid it at most costs. body parts falling asleep hurts like hell. sitting kindergarten style allows my rather robust ass to cut off the circulation to my legs and feet, and while i am doing it i have the conscious thought "this is going to hurt like hell when i move." but i keep doing it. "why, then, do you continue sitting like that?" you might ask.

i am an idiot. that is why.

and now, as you might assume, my knees, calves, feet, and toes hurt like hell. i am punching the floor and yelling "stop it! owwww! stop it!" i live alone. it's quite a strange sight, i'm sure. good thing i am me and not the poor, confused stranger watching me through the window. though, that would be creepy if there was, indeed, a stranger watching me. at any rate, it's probably a good show.

creepy isn't always bad, though. i am creepy a lot of times. sometimes i am creepy multiple times a day. like when strangers don't understand my humor. or when i sit on ledges and watch people and don't look away when we make eye contact. i hope they call me "that weird girl." actually i hope they call me something like "that weird girl with the really delicious looking leather jacket."

i almost forgot my delicious leather jacket in my psychology class this evening. and this afternoon i for-reals forgot my favorite oak tree water bottle in classroom 126 in taylor hall. good thing i was highly caffeinated and remembered while i was in the library.

i think a library would be a great place to get quarantined.