"Once Upon a Moonbeam, I Once Saw the Sun Rise Shining Through the Golden Mist..."

[psalm_onethirtyone]

Have no survival instinct. Every time I think I'm really excited about the day when I shall have my own home or go to college or depend solely upon myself, I do something incredibly stupid and realise that it's a really good thing I don't live alone.

To-day, I wanted to go swinging. I've not been swinging in ages, and I love it, and Waen was perfectly fine with the idea, the darling, so we went to the park and swung. We had not been there half an hour when I fell off in midair, skidded across the bloody spiky woodchips about seven feet and collapsed. I am now cut and bruised all up my right side and I think I have internal complications that will probably result in my death.

So, by motherly demand, I am supposed to be resting while she goes riding with Waen, who was very supportive of me all throughout this and helped me up and walked with me and made sure I wasn't going to fall down and die right there, which may have been likely because--this is the part where the lack of survival instinct becomes clear--I wanted to play tennis. I fell five feet from a bloody high swing in midair and I decided that I'd play tennis to steady myself. Yes.

It really is a wonder that I'm still alive. Ever since that day when I was five and jumped off the high slide at the pool while trying to slide down its leg like a fireman, my biggest goal in life has been to do away with myself through sheer ineptitude and idiocy.

Ow.

On the other hand, while walking through town, got to see everyone's Hallowe'en decorations. I think that in the event I live long enough to have my own house, I'll decorate it for Hallowe'en. The thing is, some things are sacred and some things just profess to be, and frankly, I want millions of strings of tiny hanging pumpkins for my front porch. But none of those humongous blow-up ghosts or pumpkins. Those are just gratuitous. Kleenex and tissue paper ghosts, however, are never bad.

As you can see from my current music, I have got my RENT CDs.

Comments

[mhari.livejournal.com]

*clings* No break the Soujin.

[erinpuff]

Oh no! *hugs very carefully*

I do sort of know what you mean, only for me it's not hurting myself, it's just not knowing how to do things. Logic would suggest that the best thing for me would be to marry a guy with common sense and a real job right out of college so that I can pursue composition without having to worry about money and I can have someone there who knows how to do things. However, I had to go and be asexual and also not tolerate living with people very well. So I'm going to live in a box on the street (by myself) instead. :o

[danica-enjolras.livejournal.com]

*carefully hugs Soujin-chan*
Awwww...poor Soujin-chan! Don't say you're going to die!

[sparklychibi.livejournal.com]

Poor dear thing. *hugs sympathetically*

it's a really good thing I don't live alone

Ahh, me too. You know me. I'd have to call you every day so you could chastise me and tell not to be so stupid. *loves*

Actually, Emilic says she always feels maternal towards me too; is there honestly something about me that screams "I need a mother" that loudly?

[kateorman.livejournal.com]

I love swinging. The way my stomach boings up and down inside me. Sadly, swing seats seem to have shrunk a bit in recent years.

I once tested whether a hotplate was on by touching it. Heavens, there certainly are plenty of nerve endings in the fingertip.

[cette-vie.livejournal.com]

I too once had rather severe problems with swings and endangering myself. *sympathy*

[nautiluspq.livejournal.com]

Awww...::hugs:: Feel better!

Do you read The Onion?

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Awww...::hugs:: Feel better!

Do you read The Onion? <a href="http://www.theonion.com/news/index.php?issue=4041&n=2"This</a> might cheer you up...