ok, so, i was just watching tv and watched someone tumble down the stairs. i thought, "man, what would that feel like? looks fun!" keep in mind, i was about 6 or 7. so i waited till the next morning, acted like a tripped at the top of the stairs, and fell down them. i didnt cry, my mom said, but i had that "oop that wasnt as fun as i thought it would be" look on my face. i just got up and walked it off. i was a tough little grl.
for some really weird reason, me and my older bro would love to play with batman crap, and apparently i got one of the figures stuck is my long a** hair :P. it took me about 20 minutes to realize, and by then it was completely covered by my hair and really stuck. this was when i really HATED having long hair, so i said this:
"oops! looks like you'll have to cut it out!" my mom just YANKED it out of my hair. she also said i would never, EVER have boy-length hair. she lied. my hair is short a f.
sO, one nice (and faithful) day, I was at my cafiteria, getting ready for lunch. And for some reason, I was sitting next to a whole bunch of boys. They were just, talking about stuff until I freaking said something that I shouldn't of ever said in my life. "I S***** my pants." AnD I went to the princible office and ate lunch there. The end.
God I hate the history of myself.
And NO I DIDN'T POOP MY PANTS