So I look like a slut today.
"Ya knees is all scratched up."
Cobra Starship, Hollaback Boy...
Mah knees is all scratched up.
But really it's because I shouldn't ride a Razr scooter and talk simultaneously, because WALKING and talking usually causes me to smash my face into a wall or a pole or something. My brain is too busy thinking to do physical things.
So of course, two days in a row now, my scooter hits something and I hit the ground. It was only a little bit yesterday but today I came home from my Physics final after leaving at about 9:30 and skinning my knee. I took a nap and woke up at 1:10 and the damn thing was STILL bleeding.
So I put gauze on it, because it wasn't bleeding enough to drip anywhere, I just couldn't rub it on anything, and I'm really good at dictating to myself how I'm going to sleep (I've woken myself up 2 hours early without an alarm out of anxiety a few times) and I'm wondering if it's still oozing, but I can't check, because if I take the gauze off, I KNOW it'll bleed, and I had this flashback.
On Gaia, this person was asking for fansigns that were gory like a year ago and I sent them a photo of their username on a bit of cardstock on my tongue, right next to my bloody, gross, wisdom teeth stitches.
I really want to just find an overpass and write something disturbing on it in fake blood then have someone take a picture of me looking like a sex crime/murder victim underneath it.
Why am I so weird?
Cobra Starship, Hollaback Boy...
Mah knees is all scratched up.
But really it's because I shouldn't ride a Razr scooter and talk simultaneously, because WALKING and talking usually causes me to smash my face into a wall or a pole or something. My brain is too busy thinking to do physical things.
So of course, two days in a row now, my scooter hits something and I hit the ground. It was only a little bit yesterday but today I came home from my Physics final after leaving at about 9:30 and skinning my knee. I took a nap and woke up at 1:10 and the damn thing was STILL bleeding.
So I put gauze on it, because it wasn't bleeding enough to drip anywhere, I just couldn't rub it on anything, and I'm really good at dictating to myself how I'm going to sleep (I've woken myself up 2 hours early without an alarm out of anxiety a few times) and I'm wondering if it's still oozing, but I can't check, because if I take the gauze off, I KNOW it'll bleed, and I had this flashback.
On Gaia, this person was asking for fansigns that were gory like a year ago and I sent them a photo of their username on a bit of cardstock on my tongue, right next to my bloody, gross, wisdom teeth stitches.
I really want to just find an overpass and write something disturbing on it in fake blood then have someone take a picture of me looking like a sex crime/murder victim underneath it.
Why am I so weird?