Hello again. I'm bored, and got a crapload of homework. They are so trying to kill us. I just read Rylan's log so no I'm all depressed. Bad cat!!!
Here's a piece I wrote for English. Knock yourselves out.'
If I could change one thing about me, it would be my inability to remain uninjured for any length of time. It is my greatest failing in life to constantly be incapacitated by an accident that could have been prevented; to throw caution to the wind and take the inescapable tumble down the stairs. Thus my reputation is founded upon not my personality but by how often I have seen the inside of a hospital.
Since I was a child it was as if I were magnetically attracted to any object in sight. Chairs from across the room would magically appear in front of me, an obstacle that I had no time to move around, and stairs flattened before my very eyes. I was, and still am, cursed, burdened with the incapability of walking through life on my own two feet. It seems as if I have spent most of my life in some sort of confinement or another, all in false hopes of keeping me from injuring myself yet again. One such incident happened fairly recently. I had been walking down the stairs, reflecting upon my luck lately, when my legs suddenly flew out from beneath me. The next thing I knew I had tumbled down two flights of steps and my dog was standing over me, licking my face, further shattering my already scatted pride. It was only later that I realized my leg was broken from this little episode. A week later. Needless to say I spent several miserable weeks confined in a cast.
Yet for all of these frequent mishaps I manage to keep my optimism up and a smile constantly on my face, even through the constant stream of “You should live in a bubble” and “Gracie-May” aimed my way. False dignity has no place in my line of work.
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