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psalm_onethirtyoneHave 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.
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.
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Date: 2004-10-12 05:55 pm (UTC)Do you read The Onion?
Do you read The Onion? <a href="http://www.theonion.com/news/index.php?issue=4041&n=2"This</a> might cheer you up...
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Date: 2004-10-12 07:43 pm (UTC)Oh, God. That makes me so happy. *giggles helplessly* So Jules... After all, he wrote Paris in the Twenty-First Century, no?
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Date: 2004-10-12 10:07 pm (UTC)I mostly remember the fax machines.
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Date: 2004-10-13 08:21 pm (UTC)Does he really? I think I need to read this.
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Date: 2004-10-12 07:50 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-10-12 07:57 pm (UTC)