It always amazes me how some people have the uncanny ability to land on their feet.
It's like you think their insides will be smashed and look like watermelon pieces,
but they do a heel click and and say good morning.
I'm not sure about the "good morning" part.
Sometimes they aren't very nice. But they aren't watermelon slices, so you let it slide.
I usually curl up and land on my knees, or hips. 
Once I landed on my head
And I concussed for 5 years
'concussed' is a word now, probably.
I'm talking about this time in middle school when I fell on my face while skiing down a hill in ill-fitting cross country skis.
I pulled myself off the hill after grade 11, when physical education was no longer a requirement.
I guess I should mention that in December 2000 I won the award for "outstanding achievement - physical education" 
Now I'm just bragging.


If you don't jump, you won't have to worry about landing.
You will probably fall though, I kind of forgot about that part.
Now I'm thinking about the season. 


I got asked a really serious question today. I was asked to name my favourite objects.
I could think of three things - my dreidel, my clock, and my lord of the flies book.
I got those things, respectively, for Christmas, at pharmasave, and stolen from a school.
I think that's all you need in life.
You might want a cup of coffee or something too, I guess, if you like that sort of thing.
Also: wizards
 

mood: bitchy tags: morals, past