Rants and Rambles

Battle

Once upon a time earlier today, I stated being defiant.

I was running on some ice, (yes yes yes. I know that that probably wasn't smart. I get a lot), and I slipped, and fell. On the ice. Ow. That's really the best thing I can say about that.

Then what happened, was my lovely pencil case decided to blow up on me, and my bow headband decided to slide across the ice.

@Free_The_ElfHP was there too, and since she is a very nice person, she immediately asked if I was okay.

Then there was me. Sprawled out on my stomach on the super cold ice. The air around me was bloody freezing, and my sweater was covered in small pieces of grass. My hair was spread out all over my face, and both my knees, my elbow, my hip, and my wrist had gotton scraped.

I looked up at her and said this: "Ouch." in one of the most sarcastic voices of all time, even though I was in anagizing pain. (Yes I know I spelt that wrong.)

A couple minutes later, my friend H.H.(I don't believe in giving out names on the internet) asked what happened. Apparently my pants had ripped on the knee from my fall. (Okay. Do you want to know something? I am starting to think that my spell check has a dirty mind. Whenever I attempt to write the word from, my spell check decides to change it too groin. What the heck is wrong with my spell check? As my math teacher would say, "Dirty name!")

Anyway, I told H.H. this:
"I had a battle with the ground. I won. And then I laughed at it."

H.H.: "You laughed at the ground?"

Me: "Of course I did! I wanted to gloat! I HAVE DEFEATED THE GROUND! TAKE THAT WORLD!!"

Yes. I'm weird. I get it a lot. Yadda yadda. Next conversation.

Anyway, about six people told me today that I should get a band aid or at least clean up my battle wounds. Of course, me being my amazingly stubborn self, declined politely.

After lunch, I was walking on the same path I slipped on before. Then, I stopped, and looked at the ground. Then I started cackling madly at it, because I was so proud of myself for defeating the ground.

Then someone walked up to me, and asked if I was okay. They thought that I was going delusional. I'm not kidding.

And now, hours later after my fall, I am seriously regretting not getting a band aid or something. I honestly feel like I am going to fall apart.

Bleh.