He said I might have Scoliosis. I said WTF is scoliosis? He said some crapola about the curve in my spine making the S shape or something. He said it can hinder my breathing and cause severe pain. I said, yeah. right. So then he started asking me all these questions (he was reading off of a paper) Note: I think he may be a little retarded.. I swear to god he asked me if my arms or legs are missing or are abnormally short..... I said DOES IT LOOK LIKE MY LIMBS ARE MISSING? He said oh, right. I wanted to pimp slap him.
Then he said "when you pick stuff up, are you squatting and lifting up, or bending over? I said bending over and he gasped so frickin loud. I also think he's emotionally damaged. Followed by more and more questions and blah blah blah. I finally said ' hey, get off my back'. I didn't realize how pun-filled that comment was until I said it. We laughed. Then I said, 'seriously. What're you gonna do, take x rays or something?' followed by a chuckle. Then he said 'How about Tuesday?'
CRAP!! THAT'S MY BIRTHDAY.
(why are they even open??????)
Went to the Dentist, too. Turns out I have a cavity. Probably from the box of sugar cubes I ate yesterday.
To show my respect for my Dentist's diagnosis, I pulled out a pack of Mentos and ate it right after she was done...
I need to get treated on Monday.
CRAP! I WAS SUPPOSED TO GO PAINT BALLIN ON MONDAY!
This is some straight up bull...
On another related note. I saw a GT-R. Ugly as sin. Sounded like a frickin asthmatic Versa.
-Oh and I realized I love Britney Spears and Rihanna.