My dad brought me to Yoga today at Gold's Gym. I tried it. I probably got a bad first impression of it, but I don't think it's for me. Although it's probably just that my muscles aren't experienced and I haven't practiced my breathing much, I don't find it at all relaxing and my bones are aching from all the awkward positions.
Although Hannah and I *probably* still have that mutual affection stuff happening or whatever, it doesn't seem very realistic to "go out" since we don't go to the same school, and we don't see each other enough. Although I of course would like to spend a lot of time with her after school and during weekends and stuff, it still isn't the same. Gah, maybe that inkling of an idea of combining schools would have been a good thing.
(Correction: WHAT IN THE SCHFIFTY FIVE LAYERS OF CHELL DID I JUST SAY, EEDIOT)
I still have a college essay example to write before 2nd period tomorrow, and, hey, it's 10:00. Bloggin' will just get me into that flowing writing mood. My essay is about Jim Davis and how he ruined my life (in a positive way).