Sep 15 2008
Face Plant
My Day
So, nothing too exciting happened today, but hell, I’ll tell all ya’ll about it anyways! Lucky you.
Like any other average day, I woke up. Oh em gee, right? Well anyways, I then realized I hadn’t done, well, any of my homework yet, thanks to Relay for Life and Albert. What distractions they are. Plus there is the procrastination problem I have. I’m workin’ on it. I told my mom I was gonna miss first period and she was pretty chill with it, probably because Art is my first period class. Relaxing, I know. So I did my homework and for once, I actually had time to have breakfast! I had toast with jelly for the first time in my life, since I just recently found that I like jelly. It was superb. Then I remembered to try toast with cinnamon and sugar. Holy hell, it was amazing. Mmm mmm mmm, tasty. For all of you who haven’t had it before, don’t read my blog again until you try it!
Anyways, then I was off to school. Horray.
It was in 2nd period Pre-Calculus, when I told Danielle and Julia about my blog. They insisted I tell stories about them sometime in my blog, so you’ll hear a story or two involving them in the near future.
I proceeded into 3rd period where Reina and I texted, myspac-ed, facebook-ed, etc. like the hardcore chicks we are. Reina is another one you’ll hear tons of stories about, being as I’m with her all the time, and we do some stupid shit. Oh geesh.
The rest of the day was pretty lame, other than In-n-Out for lunch, and volleyball practice, of course. Coach Scott decided to wear Misty (a teammates) hot pink bra over her shirt throughout practice while remaining serious due to the fact we’ve got a game tomorrow. By the time practice ended, I was sweaty, as usual. I came home, de-sweatified, and then decided to go run two miles on my mom’s treadmill. I don’t get how people do that for funzies… :x Never again. :pp
Since my day was lame, well, at least to me it was. I mean, if you were my stalker, I’m sure you’d find everything about me interesting, even my breakfast. Well anyways, since it was lame, I’ve decided to add a little story about my childhood. It’s pretty spiffy.
Face Plant
The highest form of flattery to my first grade self was mimicking my crushes. Well one day, I took it too far. Here’s the base of it:
- Who: Patrick Casey, first grade crush
- What: P.E. with Mrs. VanZandt
- Where: SVES yard
- When: 1st grade, Friday afternoon
- Why: I’m a dumbshit.
I loved P.E. I don’t know why, because I hate it now. Dreaded it everyday freshman and sophomore year, but I used to love it. Maybe it was because we’d square dance. I loved square dancing, but I always pretended I hated it. All the girls did, but we all secretly liked it, unless we got stuck with the yucky boys with cuties who’d fart and crap their pants up ’till fourth grade…
Anyways, back to the story. One day, the whole 38 kids in my class sat in alphabetical order as we waited for Mrs. Pederson to come back from the teachers office. She had gone to fetch Mrs. VanZandt. She was late.
It was a cold day, so I tooked over to Patrick, who was sitting next to me. Yeah, lucky me, Casey and Cashman (my last lame) start with the same first three letters. Score! Well, he was bundled up, looking warm as..well, something warm. He had his legs tucked up to his chest and had pulled his sweatshirt over his legs. I proceeded to copy him. Flattery, remember?
Well, he was right. It was quite toasty in the sweatshirt, but I decided to tuck my arms in for extra warmth. That was not a good idea.
Next I started swaying. ::sigh:: Yeah, I swayed off the bench onto the cement. Talk about a face plant. The best part was there was no teacher there to help, so I sat their waiting for a teacher to come to my aid. Took quite awhile, actually…in the mean time, I cried hysterically. My face was covered in blood, so intense.
I’ve got no scars though. So a special thanks to Neosporin and the ladies in the nurses office that day, :pp
