lame moment #....o i lost count.
so today i'm walking back from 6th period with nothing but a choir folder in my hand. i'm feeling great & have a bounce in my step. but of course in the middle of my joy, my butterfingers decide to kick in as the often do. my folder slips onto the dirty ground, yes, the folder that i was just told to take good care of cuz its gotta look good at carnegie hall. so, i'm thinking "o great start mikayla" & bend down to pick it up. just my luck, some muscular black guy zooms by and my face was in the way of is arm. for a moment i had the picture of some boxing match in a movie when a guy gets punched and his face seems to detach from his head for a moment and the blood flies out of his mouth onto the padded ground. except for me there was no boxing match, no punching, no blood, & no padded ground. so really the only simularity was that my face hurt although not nearly as much. so, the guy apologized & was sorry. i didn't look up at him (i was still in the shock stage) but i told him i was fine. i didn't see anything but his arm in a nice close up view & although it was a nice arm i really didn't want to see it that close. so, i dont know who this random guy was but it really doesn't matter anyway. i stood up & placed my hand on the temporarily injured part of my face which felt.....wet?? yes, wet. i was confused for a split second until another sense kicked in. the liquid had the unmistakable smell of sweat. i wiped the sweaty side of my face dry, picked up my folder, and continued my walk, laughing and hurting. i laugh at my wonderful timing.