So today I had a flashback to 6th grade; not the carefree moments of having no responsibility but to tell the girls at lunch who you though had the cutest toosh, but the moments where you were so embarrassed due to the realization of your true destiny in life- dorkiness.
Ok- details. I am writing a paper that I hate, despise, and frankly want to take on in a cage fight. It requires a lot of books [most which have been recalled, but I'm not returning them in protest and to tick off my classmates that recalled them while I was on my peaceful vay-cay in Tonga and have already cost me $9], and my book bag is not exactly military strength. So, for the first time in a long time I actually put more than 5 seconds into getting ready [aka I am feeling kinda cute in my little black skirt], and the sun is shining, and its warm, and I'm strutting my stuff down the Auckland street and WHAM!! My backpack strap flings off [in slow motion], and my book bag- lab top included- go smashing to the ground. Everything is okay- fine, undamaged, but I couldn't help spinning around in amazement of what actually just happened, and unsure how to pick up all my books. So, I bend down to pick up the bag.. discreetly... and my other bag pours out all kinds of pens, post-its, and basically the rest of my life becomes one with the street. After I scrambled to grab everything I realized, "Wow- you're sweating, you have to carry your book bag to the library like a baby in your arms, and you flashed a solid three cars that drove by in your matrix-style panic. Classy."
I'm now currently still trying to avoid doing the paper, and thought you all would enjoy my embarrassment. Every time Alicia falls I always tell her that "One day prince charming will be there to catch you." Well, Prince Charming needs to get a pager, because I definitely tripped about three times earlier throughout the day and he could have helped. Especially in this last episode.
Ok- now back to teams and bureaucracy [that is one hard word to spell].
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Thats my yonker!!!! I think we can add that story to the long list that includes the time you slammed on the breaks and the double decker birthday cake went flying, and the time you tucked your skirt into your underwear. : ) I love you soooooo stinking much and wish i could be there with you tomorrow when you laugh about it. : ) keep the stories coming best friend!
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