Broken Chairs

Today while sitting in physics I got the broken chair. I tend to avoid it at all costs but didn't take the same precautionary measures today as i normally do. This normally consists of me sitting in the chair and leaning back to see if it bends, if it does I quickly switch it out for a different one that wont bend back when I lean into it. So today I sat down in my chair and began working instead of leaning back, so when I did lean back about halfway though class, I found my self staring at the ceiling.
So basically I spent half the class leaning forward staring at the board and resting my head on my hands, the other half was spent leaning back staring at the ceiling. Needless to say my back is now killing me because of these two extreme positions. Which then forced me to wonder... why do we keep all these broken chairs around?
I mean it can't be due to lack of chairs because I have seen the teachers hallway and that place is full of unused chairs. Unused UNBROKEN chairs. Why not simply trade out chairs when some lazy bum has bent the chair back so far that an unlazy person who just wants to rest against the back of the chair as they should.
Ok... so the rest of my day was pretty uneventful, except in orchestra we found out we might actually be getting our scores protested from festival which means we could still get a one! So all we have to do is wait to find out on that one...

Sweet Thursday

Sweet pain... thats what I mean there. My hamstrings are so tight and sore I could barely walk today. But no matter... I could still run.
Yesterday at the first day back to track Coach had us do 40 lunges which led to massive soreness throughout us all. However, I pushed the pain back and did 3 miles with the boys. Which was amazing fun as we started singing on the way back to school. Don't Stop Believing by Journey to be exact. We're running down this quiet street when all of a sudden I hear Confer start screaming "Just a small town girl living in a looooonely world!" Very out of key I might add. Then Conner joined in and then I started up. So were running down this street screaming Journey and all I can do is think about how awesome these guys are and how much I'm going to miss them. Finally about the time we reach the corner we had ran out of breath so the singing had died, but still. I have this theory that runners love singing crazy stuff just to prove how crazy we are.
Once we got back we just sat there and talked about random stuff while stretching and listening to music as I had started my truck just to give us something to listen to. Which then caused me to ALMOST... not fully... fall out of my seat and onto the hard pavement below. I had been talking to a new kid on the team, when Taylor calls my name. I look at her and lean slightly out of my truck just so I can hear her and suddenly I felt myself falling forwards so I grabbed hold of the wheel to support myself, while the rest of my team starts laughing... Yep, my klutz moment of the day right there.
However, speaking of trucks, I would really love to complain about my fuel light. So my truck's gas gauge doesnt work perfectly so instead I normally wait until about 200-250 miles then fill up again. Well due to my hectic week I've totally exceeded that, and instead was cruising up to about 300 before my fuel light came on. Well, this is where I get annoyed. It doesnt just come on and stay on. NOOOO... it comes on and then if I turn a corner or stop it goes off. At other times it does this weird thing where it goes from darker to lighter and back again. Other times it acts as its supposed to by staying on for periods of time. After long enough of being annoyed of this I finally get gas, but I would love for my truck to not have to annoy me into getting gas.