Fucking magpies..
I made a complete idiot out of myself this afternoon. You see, there's this one street near my house, and ever since spring began this one stupid magpie has decided to make that her territory, and defend it against anyone. The stupid thing swoops anyone who walk down that street.
This afternoon, I had forgotten this fact and instead of the usual sprint home, I walked along at a nice leisurely pace.
Fucking magpie...
I'm walking and then I feel this Swoosh! by my ear. I look up and "Frick!" and I'm running like an idiot. It swoops and I'm running and flailing and swinging around my cardigan like a retarded cowboy. It swoops again, and besides the cowboy act, I'm waving around my textbooks and feeling and probably looking like an idiot.
And then...
Nothing.
Swoosh!
Spoke too soon. *flails*
In other news, I went back to the police station again today. They had to get my DNA to rule it out on my bag. It was pretty ordinary, they taped the whole thing, though as to why they needed to tape me while I was sucking on a foam lollipop, I have no idea. It was really bad though, because I tended to smile what seemed like really randomly, it wasn't, I just noticed things. Like how the detective had cuff links shaped like planes, and when I was trying not to laugh when he couldn't get the rubber glove on properly and I'd remembered the part in House Season 3 bloopers when Chase couldn't get the glove on and flinged it against the wall.
So, they're pretty sure of who the person was and are pretty sure they have their DNA on record, so they'll be contacting me when anything else happens.
This afternoon, I had forgotten this fact and instead of the usual sprint home, I walked along at a nice leisurely pace.
Fucking magpie...
I'm walking and then I feel this Swoosh! by my ear. I look up and "Frick!" and I'm running like an idiot. It swoops and I'm running and flailing and swinging around my cardigan like a retarded cowboy. It swoops again, and besides the cowboy act, I'm waving around my textbooks and feeling and probably looking like an idiot.
And then...
Nothing.
Swoosh!
Spoke too soon. *flails*
In other news, I went back to the police station again today. They had to get my DNA to rule it out on my bag. It was pretty ordinary, they taped the whole thing, though as to why they needed to tape me while I was sucking on a foam lollipop, I have no idea. It was really bad though, because I tended to smile what seemed like really randomly, it wasn't, I just noticed things. Like how the detective had cuff links shaped like planes, and when I was trying not to laugh when he couldn't get the rubber glove on properly and I'd remembered the part in House Season 3 bloopers when Chase couldn't get the glove on and flinged it against the wall.
So, they're pretty sure of who the person was and are pretty sure they have their DNA on record, so they'll be contacting me when anything else happens.