Yes, whilst skiing, God smote me. The asshole.
So I had a pretty crappy weekend, all in all. Nothing bad in paticular happened, but I'm still kinda cranky. Friday wasn't much fun-school rarely is-and the weekend was not as restful as I had hoped is would be. Friday I wore my ever-so-pretty-not-very-comfortbale new shoes and as gorgeous as they are, it required all of my concentration just to walk. I had a balancing act going on worthy of Cirque du Soliel. Holy crap, does my right side ever hurt, what from falling after being smote. Well, I suppose I deserve it, what with claiming to be Skiing Jesus, and all...
It was...Friday or Saturday night, and I glanced out the window. I saw a star, and said the old poem:
Star light, star bright, first star I see tonight
Wish I may, wish I might
Grant the wish I make tonight
Hey, Star. I know you are just a ghost of a ball of gas churning in space millions of lightyears away, but if you can someway grant my wish...well, I'd really appreciate it. Thanks.
And then I proceeded to do so. That's what happens when I am bored, you see.
I really really really don't want to face the world tomorrow. I don't want to face the world at all.
Hahah...school uniform...how quaint!
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