Emphasis on the “nut”

Hi punkins. I know…it’s been ages since I’ve written, and I know, know, absolutely KNOW no one is out there listening anymore. But I’m going to write anyway. I am having a really bad day and the person I usually write to when I’m having a really bad day is out with friends tonight (hi, Mally), so I’m on my own.

Jenns, did you have your baby yet?

So, after Spanish today I slipped on the steps and landed on my knees… In a SKIRT, mind you, though thankfully nothing rode up and mortified me further. I remember, in high school, a very shy girl who was forced to take part in a pep rally activity in which she had to get on a tricycle and race another person, also on a tricycle, across the gym floor. Our school wasn’t big, but because it was a private school, girls had to wear dresses, and you can see where I’m going with this, can’t you? Yes, she flipped over and her legs flailed at the entire student body like a pair of scissors trying to cut us in two. That poor girl: I don’t remember her name, but by God, I remember the color of her panties. They were virginal white. sigh. Part of that sigh is because I’m 99% sure I’ve already told you that story, and that her panties were pink in that version. Versional pink.

Whenever I’m tempted to feel like a perfect idiot asshole for slipping down the steps today, I shall remember her and the fact that there is ALWAYS something worse that can happen to a body. Imagine if I’d been riding a tricycle down the steps….? I’ll just have to quit Spanish now. Oh swell. Frito-lay! I can stay home and lick my wounds. You may not know this, but knees taste like wet grass, chewed gum, and a little floor grime.

Guess what I’m writing to you on? Nooo, not drugs. I’m writing to you on my new laptop! I love it so. I held out and got what I wanted: a white Inspiron, which I have named Archimedes, for the cranky little owl who sat on Merlyn’s shoulder in the fantastic novel which you must all hurry out and read this second, The Once and Future King, by T.H. White. I’ve always loved that little owl. NOT the Disney version, people. The NOVEL version. I beg you, please, don’t make me weep frustrated tears.

School is still going well, aside from the slipping and the falling, though I have yet to make many friends there. I AM becoming friends with Lisa, whom I met en espanol clase last term, but who is also my Literature-Based Research profesora this term, and I like her tremendously. The fact that I have only one good friend there doesn’t bother me too much, however; I’m not a person who needs a lot of friends. I just need tight friends…people who love both my nonsense and my seriousness, because that’s me in a nutshell (see: post title). Hey, you guys? I kiss you all! xo

Addendum: Contrary to appearances, I don’t always dress like Morticia Addams’ second cousin, I swear.