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If you've never tried to run up a long flight of stairs while reading a book and wearing a long heavy trenchcoat and thick-soled boots, I recommend you continue not doing that.
lienne: A fountain pen nib, lying on paper. (Default)

23:14 # of times I have spilled orange juice on myself today: four and counting. When did my life become a slapstick comedy? #

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lienne: A fountain pen nib, lying on paper. (Default)
I was walking and I slipped and fell and layered another helping of bruises onto my tender rear.

What the heck, self? ._. I mean, I'm still not healed from the last one!
lienne: A fountain pen nib, lying on paper. (Default)
I fell down on the way back from class today.

Protip: when walking down stairs, ensure they're not covered in a thin layer of ice which is in turn covered in a thin layer of slush.

If you absolutely have to walk down stairs in the above condition, at least try to have something around that's not concrete for your knees to smack into when you inevitably hit the ground.

Needless to say I failed at both the above crucial tasks.
lienne: A fountain pen nib, lying on paper. (Default)
Those of you in colder climes will understand me when I say: four inches of perfectly dry, pristine packing snow over a layer of rock-hard, solid, smooth ice. Pyth's foot comes down on this. Pyth's foot goes: zoom! Pyth's ass goes: fallfallfallSMACK! Snow-covered ice goes: :D! Pyth goes: FUCK!

In other news, I totally kicked my philosophy exam's ass. *dances*
lienne: A fountain pen nib, lying on paper. (Default)
Okay. So just now I went to the bathroom, foolishly tried to close the door and turn on the light at the same time, and ended up turning on the fan instead and then tripping over the scale.

I win at coordination, folks.

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