Thursday, April 14, 2011

... and then my dad said no.



I just think massage therapy is so... intriguing? That was my original plan, but my dear old dad said "negatory good buddy," so now it's physical therapy. I'm not a touchy person which is why I think it's strange that I wanted to be a masseuse/massage therapist, but I do like to give massages and whether it's true or not, I think it's neat that everything connects to your hands/feet. I have been obssessed with this as of late. I decided something is wrong with my stomach/small intestine, but probably not. Maybe I will get to take a class on massage-ness when I get to PT school, that would be sweet! Also, learning all the stinkin' muscles in the body makes massages that more interesting, I like to name the muscles that I touch, it makes me feel mega smart. Anyhow, one day I will learn how this actually works, as for now I will just pretend I know what I am doing. Go ahead and call me a hippie, thats cool, because I am also writing a paper on marijuana and I want to start taking Yoga classes. Peace.

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