Well today was not so fun because it consisted of another boring day at school followed by more hours of boring at my house where I slaved doing homework until now. I needed a break and so here we are.
You might be wondering “why in the h-e-double-hockey-stick is this girl’s blog post titled Sunshine if she’s just going to rant about her day,” well good question. I really like irony and I kind of just wanted to mess with your head. (; I’m working off of two hours of sleep so sorry if this post seems a little wacko.
On the bright side, although this year will test my limits, for now I have a positive outlook on how it will turn out. Bigger and brighter things are to come, as well as more homework, more failure, and lots of rough times, but hey that’s life my friend.
Can I tell you a story?
Okay so once there was this time in the eighth grade when I had a sleepover at my friend, Cora’s, house. It was a typical night and we were going to sleep outside in her family’s RV like usual. Then, someone suggested that we use Cora’s toilet papering stash and TP this guy’s house that we all knew who lived down the street.
This was when the night started to get interesting. We got all decked out in black clothes and put together separate bags of the miscellaneous TP materials: confetti, ripped up bits of toilet paper, cotton swabs, tooth picks, etc.
A little while later, all was well as we each decorated the boy’s yard with our masterpiece. Two seconds later, we hear the front door opening, the lights turning on, and then a very deep-voiced, enraged male came booming out onto the lawn.
We all ran like our lives depended on it and hid in different spots down the street, trying not to lead the boy’s dad back to Cora’s house.
–Brief pause– Have I ever told you guys how unlucky I am? No? Well, you’re about to find out..
–Un-pause– My heart was racing like a humming bird’s wings and I could have sworn my breathing was loud enough to let anyone know where I was regardless of their distance from my location.
We could all hear the boy’s dad walking down the street searching for us. I had never been as scared in my entire life as I was in that moment. My left leg was sore from crouching behind someone’s car so I figured I would quietly shift legs. Little did I know it was not the sound that I needed to worry about.
About a second later, the lights above the driveway that I was in illuminated my hiding place!!! Needless to say this was what my reaction was like…
That’s still not even the worst part. I. Peed. My. Pants. I PEED MY PANTS LIKE AN EIGHT YEAR OLD GIRL.
My friends died laughing once we all met up back at the RV. I wasn’t even wearing my own pants to boot. I had borrowed them from Cora.
— SO how did you guys like my little story (: I’m not kidding when I say that actually happened. My friends still bring it up when we reminisce about the old, middle school days.