привіт guys,
This is the sequel to last weeks post, where you all read about my deadly encounter with a four-wheel drive. When I thought things were supposed to get better, they have since taken turns for the worse:
On Friday I went ice skating with a bunch of friends. It was inevitable that I'd fall over, no chance of escaping that, but to do it 5 times is just a bit silly. And I now have a bruise as large as Russia and as dark as a thundercloud (cumulonibus for all of you meteorologists) on my knee.
But that's just the tip of the iceberg. As our evening came to an end, I returned to where our group kept our stuff, only to find that my favourite shoes had gone. My black Converse hi-tops, which have been on my feet at a lot of memorable moments, were gone. My all time favourite pair of shoes had vanished.
And things just keep getting worse: Yesterday my nephew's new kitten, Katniss, gave me two deep scratches on my wrist, giving people the impression that I am an emo. I'm not kidding when I say that today at school I recieved stares.
Then on Monday, my beloved iPod, Charlotte, attempted suicide. As I was running out of school, it lept out of my pocket and onto the not-quite soft concrete. And the screen cracked.
I returned home, in a state of sadness, to find that there was no chocolate in the house.
In one of my friends attempts to cheer my up, she told me: "There's people out there in the world that have it worse than you. Look at those children in third world countries...", and she was cut off by my fist colliding with her shoulder.
But looking back at her words of I-can't-believe-it's-not-wisdom!, she might have had a small point. But then again, those kids don't have iPods, ice skating rinks in their city, a favourite pair of shoes or nephews with kittens. They wouldn't get how it feels, losing their iPod to gravity and collision. As far as I'm concerned right now, nobody has it worse than me. Not even African kids without food, water, Wi-Fi, Facebook or their own bedroom.
I'm eventually going to read this post, maybe in a few years and laugh about it. Because then I'll have gone through many lucky Converse shoes, two iPods and recieved many injuries. But until then, this is verging on being my WORST WEEK EVER!!!
And I have begun my horoscope experiment as of Monday: So far, so almost accurate. The results will most definetely be included in next weeks post if you're curious about the accuracy of horoscopes and astrology. I know that I'm rather impressed and a little bit startled with the accuracy.
So I shall leave you all for now. Please note that until proven wrong, the horoscope is almost always a load of bollocks.
Au revoir, Vivmarie1407
This is the sequel to last weeks post, where you all read about my deadly encounter with a four-wheel drive. When I thought things were supposed to get better, they have since taken turns for the worse:
On Friday I went ice skating with a bunch of friends. It was inevitable that I'd fall over, no chance of escaping that, but to do it 5 times is just a bit silly. And I now have a bruise as large as Russia and as dark as a thundercloud (cumulonibus for all of you meteorologists) on my knee.
But that's just the tip of the iceberg. As our evening came to an end, I returned to where our group kept our stuff, only to find that my favourite shoes had gone. My black Converse hi-tops, which have been on my feet at a lot of memorable moments, were gone. My all time favourite pair of shoes had vanished.
And things just keep getting worse: Yesterday my nephew's new kitten, Katniss, gave me two deep scratches on my wrist, giving people the impression that I am an emo. I'm not kidding when I say that today at school I recieved stares.
Then on Monday, my beloved iPod, Charlotte, attempted suicide. As I was running out of school, it lept out of my pocket and onto the not-quite soft concrete. And the screen cracked.
I returned home, in a state of sadness, to find that there was no chocolate in the house.
In one of my friends attempts to cheer my up, she told me: "There's people out there in the world that have it worse than you. Look at those children in third world countries...", and she was cut off by my fist colliding with her shoulder.
But looking back at her words of I-can't-believe-it's-not-wisdom!, she might have had a small point. But then again, those kids don't have iPods, ice skating rinks in their city, a favourite pair of shoes or nephews with kittens. They wouldn't get how it feels, losing their iPod to gravity and collision. As far as I'm concerned right now, nobody has it worse than me. Not even African kids without food, water, Wi-Fi, Facebook or their own bedroom.
I'm eventually going to read this post, maybe in a few years and laugh about it. Because then I'll have gone through many lucky Converse shoes, two iPods and recieved many injuries. But until then, this is verging on being my WORST WEEK EVER!!!
And I have begun my horoscope experiment as of Monday: So far, so almost accurate. The results will most definetely be included in next weeks post if you're curious about the accuracy of horoscopes and astrology. I know that I'm rather impressed and a little bit startled with the accuracy.
So I shall leave you all for now. Please note that until proven wrong, the horoscope is almost always a load of bollocks.
Au revoir, Vivmarie1407
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