halfclueless

Hi! I have realised something. I am extremely unlucky. I never used to be. For example: 3 days ago I was just walking along when- WHAM! Some randomer* flung their hand in my eye. It hurt. A lot. The next day, I was doing gymnastics, and somehow end up with a broken toe. I suppose I was never that sporty, but that's besides the point. I went to the nurse for the second time this week (Not that she did anything) and we joked about me coming again the next day for three times in a row. Well I laughed too soon, for the next morning, I sliced my finger on a sharp edge of my cupboard (?). My finger now hurts like hell, and I was too embarr

Right now I'm downstairs on my own, and you know when you are so bored that you kind of stare of into space... And you can see this shadow in the corner of your eye that is constantly annoying you. You scrape back your fringe, but its still there- You glance over and find this HORRIFIC SPIDER clinging onto the wall. Well that just happened to me. I literally flung myself of the chair, screeching at the top of my lungs, then heard an anonymous voice hiss 'shut up 'cause its late'. But I didn't care. I legged it out of the room, and I don't think I would have gone back in, other than my laptop has died and the family computer is in here.

Okay. So I have been looking at this...journal for about 5 minutes now, thinking something along the lines of: 'What do I write here?' And the answer that I have had to put up with is... absolutely anything I want. Which to me is kind of scary. I know I may be exaggerating, but knowing me, I'll probably end up talking about trees or something. Not that trees are boring. See what I mean? So I'm just going to stick with my drawing, probably, maybe popping up every so often to say hello. So yeah. Thanks  xxx (Wow that was hard- almost started off on a endless rant, yet again...:))