Ah it bugs me to death! Oh well, I'll stay strong, don't worry bout me
Well, I take that back. Do worry. Worry about me not tripping like I did over and over again today.I continue to keep hurting myself, i might as well be rapped in bubble rap. So today on my way back from band onto my way to math, my friend logan and i trip-but of course- walking UP the stairs. And just to make the moment better, i fall to my knee's-in a freakin skirt!- and my books scatter across the floor. But, wait, it gets better. Logan, the man he really is, just keeps walking.
And just when I thought my day was over, as i walk from the mini lab into my english teachers room, i shut the sliding glass door that splits the two rooms in half, and i shut one of my shoe laces from my converes along with the door, AND.... i trip over my shoe lace ripping out from the door and slinging back to hit my leg, which left a mark along with the bruises on my knee's from falling earlier, and trip over flat on my face, but i got lucky this time and my friend kate caught me even though i almost brought her down with me.
I guess you could call me a younger bella. haha i'm just as clumsy as ever.
Lets i hope i dont kill myself tomorrow going to the movies.
Hmmm maybe chocolate will help cure my clumsiness.
Ah damn chacolate.






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"It's the way she looks at me
Possess me to
Collect the head of anyone
Collect the head of those who look her way
It's the way her whispers seem to kiss my ear
I collect the head of anyone
Collect the head of those graced by hear voice."
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You write such pretty words but life's no story book
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You write such pretty words but life's no story book
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