Yes. It happened. I finally ran out of ideas. Spring break just finished (by just I mean about a week ago), But I really don't remember anything that happened. I had a couple more sleepovers with Kat and one with my friend Camilla, but that's about it. Now, this post isn't really what the title states. I'm not just going to describe a random rock I found on the road. That wouldn't be entertaining. Instead, I'm going to talk about those weird habits we all do without noticing, starting with the rock on the sidewalk.
Have you ever just been walking home from school or just taking a walk or something and decide to just kick a rock around? No reason, just you see a rock and kick it. Then it flies off of your path and you're too lazy to go grab it so you just walk away? I do it all the time without even realizing. Most of the people I know do too. I like to believe I have some sort of mysterious urge to kick things, but my brain is like "No Emilia. Don't kick things," so it just pushes the urge back. So then I see a rock and my brain is like "Yo that's not alive so you can kick it," and then it allows the urge to come back so it can release all it's anger onto the rock. Or maybe it's just fun.
Another totally random thing people do is click pens, which is oddly fun to do. I'm aware it's considered fidgeting and I'm guessing the rock is fidgeting too, but isn't it just weird how we feel like we need to do things like that? Well anyway, clicking pens is fun. But once it's not you doing it, holy crow it's annoying. You're just focusing on the teacher, minding your own business, when you just hear click click click click behind you, and suddenly that calmness you were feeling turns into an uncontrollable urge to punch whoever's making that god awful noise. But then once it's you, you barely notice you're doing it at all. Strange.
Here is one that not many people do, but I do a lot. And I mean a lot. So I'm just minding my own business again. Just mentally socked the pen-clicker in the face a couple times. I'm feeling good. And then I start unknowingly rubbing the side of the desk. Ok now hear me out. Pen-clicking and rock-kicking (hey that rhymes) are fun and all, but it just feels so good to rub a cool, smooth surface. Especially when it's been a really long day and your hands are hot and sweaty and you just slam your hands on the counter top. I thought it was just me for a while, but then I got a fidget cube in the mail, and there is a side specifically for that. So I'm not insane.
So this was my rock post. Been joking about it for, what, two posts? But guess what I actually made one. And it was disappointing because I didn't actually go out and find a rock and describe it. Well I didn't want to do that because I'd run out of ideas three sentences in. Also my teachers probably wouldn't appreciate if I actually did that. But mostly the sentences thing. Well I'm running out of in-class blog time so I'm gonna have to wrap this up. Don't do drugs and stay in school, kids. Also don't cut down icicles bigger than your leg. I learned that the hard way.