my butt hates me.

I am so behind on blogging!

what does that mean anyway?

technically I'm not behind... 

I never set a certain date and time I was supposed to blog

I never made a goal for how often I was supposed to blog

I guess it just feels like I haven't in a while,

and I know there's some things I want to document before they leave my brain.

basically, my blog is my only form of a journal right now

and I do intend to print it one day

(crap that's gunna cost a lot.)

so... I've decided that the reason I consider myself "behind" is because the way I felt when certain events occurred will soon be a distant memory, and I need to write them down while they're still fresh.

not because I have an obligation to keep the world entertained with my life.

oh crap I'm getting deep. why jennie.. stop!

basically, I was going to start this post with something like "Sorry I'm so behind!" but why am I sorry? why do I assume you care? that is so silly. I'm so silly.

um... so back to my butt.

I took my last final on december 16th.

when I got home that night, I crashed on the couch and shamelessly watched hours of say yes to the dress.

the next morning, my bottom was sore.

from a week of sitting down and studying, and hours of concentrated TV viewing.

 this would be fine, except that I was flying home that day...

we all know flying home = sore butt!

flights, layovers, flights.

sitting sitting sitting.

that was a week ago today.

well, this week all I've been doing is sitting sitting sitting again.

I'm either editing pictures or watching TV to take a break from editing pictures.

my butt hates me.

last night it hurt so bad that I seriously couldn't sit still for longer than 10 minutes. I kept getting up and walking around.

I went to watch TV with my parents except I stood next to the couch and laid my torso down on the top of it.

it hurt baaad! and like, my thighs too. just.. uncomfortableness. soreness. ow-ness.

remarkably though, I don't hurt so much today!

thank goodness. because I still have so much sitting to do.

why didn't I get this sore in high school? or like... my whole life? I don't feel like I've been sitting THAT much more than normal recently.

but it could just be my psycho body that gets hurt so easily.

leg runs into the rounded slightly cushy corner of a couch... OW.

arm gets pressed against the corner of the car door when I'm getting out.. OWW.

both of those are guaranteed to leave a mark.

but this is the worst of all...

a couple of days ago my cat was sitting up on my lap.

she seriously probably weighs 4-5 pounds. she's tiny.

but the pressure of her front paws on my leg was actually hurting my leg.

like.. HER TINY FRONT PAWS!!!

her little itty bitty kitty paws that weren't even applying that much force... were hurting my leg.

and I just kept moving them to different spots on my leg to ease the pain.




-_-

it's really fun being 70 when you're 21. lemme tell ya.