My neck hurts.

You know how sometimes you go to the gym to take some class that seems kind of easy? Then your friend tells you that it actually will be horrible. Your heart gets a little lighter when you see all the old ladies, so you assume that it will be easy like Sunday morning. But then they start with the stupid moves. The old ladies turn into superwomen who rhythmically know which way to turn. So you and your friend end up as two 17 year young birds pathetically waving their arms in between Wrinkles who actually look like they have a clue. Your body isn't used to pumping your arms up and down like you are trying to get rid of flies. It hurts, but you don't give up because then the Wrinkles win. And your precious puberty ego can't stand that. And then, the next day, you can't sleep because your damn pillow is bended all wrong and the muscles in your shoulders seem to have gotten trice as big in the last 24 hours and life generally sucks.

 Please tell me you know what this is like? Oh. Is it just me? Well, whoop-dee-doe. Aren’t you just lucky. I guess I’ll just put Happy Ending by Mika on repeat again, look through my gossip magazines and pretend that I am dreaming and that my real life is in there, with Brad, Angie, Emma Watson, the cast of Gossip Girl and good ol’ Zaccie Efron and that there are no boring classes waiting for me tomorrow morning. Sounds like a plan to me! Sigh.