Stolen
March 13, 2009 9:24:00 PM
Song choice: Stolen - Dashboard Confessionals. Niceee song. (:
Stolen - Dashboard Confessional
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Ouch.
About half an hour ago I bashed my head against the window sill. You're probably thinking "How the hell did she manage to hit her head against the window sill when it's apparently at waist height???"
Hell, I'd like to know how myself.
I was scanning in some pics that I drew to upload to deviantart and the switch for the printer was near the floor (Nah duhhhhhh) and I somehow landed my forehead right on the window sill. It was literally an explosion of pain. I actually couldnt open my eyes. Which tells you how fast I must have been moving downwards to the switch. xD
I reckon I have a lump now. I can feel it.
Damn.
As if I don't have enough lumps on my head already. I have a scar from when I was 6 years old!!! And that just means one thing:
STORY TIME
So there I am, happily pedalling around on my small tricycle that wouldn't even think about fitting my in my present state and then my oh-so-happy-go-lucky sister jumps out of nowhere and fits herself behind me on that tricycle. (Before I go on, I should add that we were living in a apartment then. We were cycling near a hill. Obviously not a grass hill, a hill made of tarmac, obviously).
So my sister slots herself behind me, gives the tricycle an almighty push, and I don't have any control over the thing whatsoever... so we both end up speeding down the hill and I end up clanging my precious and fragile head against the big, nasty, iron gate at the bottom of the hill. Sounds nice, eh?
And that's why I prefer having a side fringe on the right side of my head, and that's why no-one actually knkows I have a scar there because it's obviously covered up. Oh. That was probably the second time I hit my head. But the others are different stories.
THE END
You Have Stolen My Heart
PS: It is the second Friday the Thirteenth out of three this year!!!
So does that make it luckier or un-luckier?
Stolen - Dashboard Confessional
*
Ouch.
About half an hour ago I bashed my head against the window sill. You're probably thinking "How the hell did she manage to hit her head against the window sill when it's apparently at waist height???"
Hell, I'd like to know how myself.
I was scanning in some pics that I drew to upload to deviantart and the switch for the printer was near the floor (Nah duhhhhhh) and I somehow landed my forehead right on the window sill. It was literally an explosion of pain. I actually couldnt open my eyes. Which tells you how fast I must have been moving downwards to the switch. xD
I reckon I have a lump now. I can feel it.
Damn.
As if I don't have enough lumps on my head already. I have a scar from when I was 6 years old!!! And that just means one thing:
STORY TIME
So there I am, happily pedalling around on my small tricycle that wouldn't even think about fitting my in my present state and then my oh-so-happy-go-lucky sister jumps out of nowhere and fits herself behind me on that tricycle. (Before I go on, I should add that we were living in a apartment then. We were cycling near a hill. Obviously not a grass hill, a hill made of tarmac, obviously).
So my sister slots herself behind me, gives the tricycle an almighty push, and I don't have any control over the thing whatsoever... so we both end up speeding down the hill and I end up clanging my precious and fragile head against the big, nasty, iron gate at the bottom of the hill. Sounds nice, eh?
And that's why I prefer having a side fringe on the right side of my head, and that's why no-one actually knkows I have a scar there because it's obviously covered up. Oh. That was probably the second time I hit my head. But the others are different stories.
THE END
You Have Stolen My Heart
PS: It is the second Friday the Thirteenth out of three this year!!!
So does that make it luckier or un-luckier?