Reality shows are the Assassin of good television

The plan failed.

I couldn't get out of it, and had to participate in gym class today. Which means....

dancing.

Never have I loathed something so much. Humiliation at it's absolute finest. The worst part was personal contact though...meheheeh...I'm definetly a "don't touch me" kind of person. I can't STAND being near people, and yeah...that's just beyond too close. Heh. Even went so far as to feel sick afterwords from the thought of my personal bubble being so rudely popped.

Damn, can't a person lurk ALONE in peace these days?

Heh...obviously not.

Other things of vauge note happened today, but I'll blog about it tomorrow. I haven't the energy to finish posting. But death itself couldn't keep me from ranting about Gym Class Hell.