Inspired by a story from our own flumptytail, I feel like I might finally be brave enough to write my first diary. I'm a little nervous and I really hope I don't mess this up! Although, if I do, I know my friends here will let me down gently. Like Sallycat once said, it's the perfect place to lose your diary virginity, so here goes nothin'....
One more thing - I don't know how to do the whole pictures and video thing yet, so sorry, it's just boring words tonight!
Oh...the disclaimers and whatnot...
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Oh by the way, I added myself to the GUS team. I finally feel official, you know, with a diary and all. Hope no one minds!
Don't we all have a story in us that when we're telling it to someone else, just seems so funny, silly, or so absolutely unbelievable that you couldn't have possibly made it up? One of those things in life that are just so absurd that of course it had to have really happened? To me, these are the things that make life worth living because they are so spontanious and unique to each of us, but at the same time connect us all to each other's humanity because we can all usually relate to it in some way. Plus they're usually just fun and funny as hell stories.
The story that inspired this whole thing? Well, our dear friend flumptytail was recently sharing her bathtub with a couple of luckie duckies. You all know this story, but to recap...everytime someone needed to take a shower, those little ducks had to be taken out of the tub and the tub rinsed out before anyone could get in. And what did those ducks do while they were free? Well they gawked and peeped at themselves in the mirror and when they got tired of that, they pecked at the toilet paper just like a pootie would.
Now tell me - does that sound like something you could just make up? I didn't think so. Do these stories ever get old? Never.
These are the stories I want to hear from you GUSsacks! Stories like these are usually funny, but I don't care if yours isn't - I just want to hear it, YO!
Of course I couldn't possibly ask you to share yours without sharing a few of mine...this one is kinda long. Yours don't hafta be. I'm just trying to write a diary here!
I was about ten years old or so and thought I was so cool because I had a bunk bed.(I know, I know - don't be jealous of how awesome that is) What made it extra crazy cool was that I'm an only child so I didn't hafta fight with anyone for the top bunk. I got it every night. Well one night after I had gone to sleep, I somehow fell out of it. On the way down I hit the bed, the dresser, the TV and the floor. All right around the same spot on my little head. Don't ask me how I did it but I'm telling you I went straight down! Needless to say, I was a little dizzy. My poor mom heard the crash and came running in to make sure I was ok and find out what the hell had happened. Since there was no blood, we figured that at the most, I'd have a killer goose egg on my head the next day, but no real damage done. I got some Tylenol for the headache that was sure to come and everyone goes back to bed...
The next morning...
My mother was a single working mom so I was responsible for getting myself ready for school. I got myself dressed and out the door, but I just didn't feel right. Dizzy. So dizzy in fact that I kept falling down on the walk to school. Now you must remember that I walked along a kind of busy road so imagine all these cars driving to work seeing this poor little girl falling down all the way to school! I bet there were about four tumbles along the way but I got to school safely. If you can call that safely! I made it all the way to recess before a teacher finally clued in that something might be wrong, you know, the headache, dizziness, and the falling down and whatnot. The school called my mom who came and picked me up and got me to a doctor. Any guesses? That's right - concussion. No one felt worse than my poor mother. She felt like the worst mother in the world, which of course she wasn't.
You can still kinda feel the spot on my forehead where it all went down. Went down...get it?!
Now of course I was ok after a few days rest, and at the time it was pretty traumatizing. Now, It's one of the funny stories I'll put out there every once in a while just for the hell of it.
Maybe this explains my fear of heights...or why I'm so good at falling down.
I guess the whole point is this - if you feel like smoking, don't. Just go ahead and think about me falling down all over the place and you won't be able to smoke. You'll be too busy laughing your guts out.
There's more where that came from - I've got a million of them!