Watched Over Her Dead Body at Leeny's today. It was funny while watching it, but I think it was one of those movies you only watch once. You know, the sort where everything is great while it's going on but afterwards you don't really think you'd see it all again.

While I was biking home from school, I had to take a different route because of road work, which involved me crossing a rather narrow bridge. Now, on the side of the road opposite me was a sidewalk. I was biking along, staying on the correct side of the road, and what should I see in the distance, right as I'm approaching this somewhat dangerous bridge, I see a pedestrian just ambling along at a slow, leisurely pace, right in front of me, COMPLETELY in my way and also COMPLETELY on the wrong side of the road. When I caught up with the person, I had to dismount and walk my bike because there was no room to go around them, and I couldn't ask them to shove over to the side of the road because (1) there still might not be room, (2) they were wearing headphones and wouldn't hear me over the traffic anyway, (3) it would be rude and (4) it was a bit of a sketchy person.

So, today, I discovered that there are few things more frustrating than being stuck behind a slow-moving, sketchy pedestrian on a crowded, narrow bridge. If ever I write an action movie, I'll make such a scene, replacing the sketchy pedestrian with a villain, and of course, the person stuck behind them would be the protag disguised as someone else. And the bridge would be a rickety rope bridge with rotting planks, going over a gorge. You know, the usual.

Also, one thing I was realizing today: the people who are always saying things like, "I hate classifications" and "Indie cred is such a stupid concept" also seem to be the people who are always classifying others and will only respect you if you have indie cred.

One more thing! I did well in jujitsu today. I was pulling off some really good throws, even if I didn't quite do them right. I still managed to throw this person who is taller and heavier than I am, and is a black belt. Yay! Sensei showed us how to do kicks in the air, too. It's surprisingly easy to kick whilst in the air, but it's very difficult to do so and still land properly, or to make it look good. If I ever get it right I'll post a video or something.

On the way into school, my sister and I decided to go along these back trails, because we assumed the water from the rain would've dried up by now. Assumptions are apparently ALWAYS WRONG. There were still ponds of water along certain parts, but we managed to weave our bikes through them. I felt like some sort of person exploring the Amazon Rainforest, making my way through treacherous landscapes.

Of course, the real treachery was yet to come, because right when the trails end, there's a somewhat steep downhill, and railroad tracks. Up until now, the railroad tracks were perfectly fine for biking over, but for whatever reason, maybe because of the recent roadwork, the tracks were sticking a number of inches up from the road. They caught the side of my bike's front wheel, sending me flying off, and my bike to the ground. I was fine, though, but my bike had gotten all twisted up and now the gears don't work (this made biking the rest of the way to school somewhat difficult). I always talk about wanting to go off on adventures, but it seems I get in to plenty already (only I never see them as such at the time).

Also, two more days until April vacation makes me happy. School is driving me crazy. xP

All day, staring at the ceiling making friends with shadows on my wall. All night, hearing voices telling me that I should get some sleep because tomorrow might be good for something. Hold on — I'm feeling like I'm headed for a breakdown and I don't know why. I'm not crazy, I'm just a little unwell. I know, right now you can't tell. But stay awhile and maybe then you'll see a different side of me. I'm not crazy, I'm just a little impaired. I know, right now you don't care, but soon enough you're gonna think of me and how I used to be. Me, talking to myself in public, dodging glances on the train. I know, I know they've all been talking 'bout me. I can hear them whisper, and it makes me think there must be something wrong with me. Out of all the hours thinking, somehow, I've lost my mind. I'm not crazy, I'm just a little unwell. I know, right now you can't tell but stay awhile and maybe then you'll see a different side of me. I'm not crazy, I'm just a little impaired. I know right now you don't care, but soon enough you're gonna think of me and how I used to be...