Prophylactic

Is it just me or is that picture everywhere now?

I got knocked out by a soccer ball today, the ball hit me in the jaw, ” Just like a boxer” my sport’s teacher said. I was fine at first but then my vision got blurry and I couldn’t see for about 5 seconds and I was dizzy. My friend took me to the nurses office and apparently my blood pressure dropped so she lifted my legs and gave me an alcohol soaked cotton ball.
I’m fine but she called my parents to let them know and when I got home my dad took me to the ER and my doctor turned out to be George Clooney! I’m kidding, it was a middle-aged man, who after I told the story of how I hit my head for the tenth time left saying he wasn’t a neurologist. Then the neurologist came and he made me do al sorts of things, some very similar to the ones policemen make you do if they think you are drunk. At the end he concluded I was fine and prescribed some muscle relaxers anyway. I tried to tell my dad that this was a close call so to avoid any in the future it would be best if I didn’t play any sports for the remaining of the school year. He grinned and said “Nice try”

I saw this picture of Justin Bieber on a blog and I thought he was some girl with a pixie!

Yesterday my friends and I had a history study session and after we were done my bestie stayed behind and we started to fool around and do nothing, we’re both major horror junkies and she told me that she had read about these japanese stories that were supposed to be really scary. We looked them up on YouTube and they are really scary. Last night I couldn’t sleep and I was tempted to crawl into my mom’s bed like when I was 4. These are some of the scariest.

The Visitor

The Music Box

The Stink

The Full-lenght Mirror

Sleepy Eyes ( This one isn’t all that scary, is more matrix-like )

What I learned after watching all these shorts was that EVERY japanese girl has bangs, even the female ghosts and that you need to pay attention to signs, like if someone doesn’t tell you their name or doesn’t answer when you talk to them you move on and don’t look back.

There was lots, I mean LOTS, of booze and insanely good food but those two things don’t make up for the elevator music/smooth jazz and how boring the party was. All the guest are old diplomats or youngish diplomat sons and they’re no fun. A couple of guys who were pretty easy on the eyes were giving me and my friends the eye, but I’m still hung up on my teacher ( who was there, looking awesome in a suit, with his wife) sooooo I wasn’t to eager to go and talk to them and my friends were just too shy.
The party was held in the ambassador’s house, in his garden to be precise, and do you know what happens when you wear heels on a mushy lawn? The heel of the shoe sinks into the ground. Needless to say my shoes are covered in mud. But even though the party was a major snooze and having to watch my teacher with his wife I had fun. I really liked getting all dressed up and behaving like a lady. Plus the ambassador is friends with the funniest people and he makes some good jokes too.