|not the stuff i wanted to write about but oh well
||[Aug. 27th, 2009|10:54 pm]
i'm watching project runway and the challenge is to create "chic" maternity clothing. the models have to wear these silly prosthetic bellies. then i started thinking about whether there are clothes specifically made for hunchbacks. google didn't provide any answers. anyway, that would be cool and also kinda funny looking. my high school spanish teacher had a little hump in her back. i can't remember her name. a search of my high school to try to figure it out turned up their web site:
IB BHS ...i didn't realize it was as lauded as it apparently is. i was a terrible student then, but i guess i learned stuff. we had some really pointless nothing classes though- inquiry skills! theory of knowledge! they sound so contrived.
i started classes this week. i decided to take an upper level economics class as an elective. i already like it a lot. i really wish i had realized how much i love economics earlier. i had a blanket econ course in HS, but it was only one semester (and bundled with govt) and all we did was monitor stocks. weird because that's not really even economics. my teacher for that class had one and a half arms. birth defect, not amputation. she had tiny finger things on the baby arm and used to hold things in it, cookies and tissues and whatever. this is pretty terrifying when you are 14.
i'm going to atlanta tomorrow to visit my family; seven hour drive. this will be my first very long car trip alone in like four years. i am a little spooked, but it should be fine. speaking of being spooked, i've been really weirdly worried lately. it's like anytime i'm in a potentially dangerous situation, i can visualize the worst case scenario. examples: getting off of a highway exit when there is a steep curve in the road, walking on wet pavement in shoes with worn soles, going down stairs with no (or blocked) railing. i can see myself bloody, losing teeth, cracked skull, broken bones, coupled with public humiliation and despair. i need to start carrying xanax around in my bag.