Loser.

I lost. My ipod. This is definately something to blog about. It's that important. I live for music. I Need my ipod. I'm not irresponsible. I don't lose things. But, my ipod is gone. 'Tis tragic my friends. I can't be lulled to sleep by the sweet instrumental music in my "Dreams" playlist. I can't get pumped up when I work out and run. I can't live. My ipod. Is gone.
                                That's my Life.

Slice of Pie.

      You know when life just shoves a pie in your face. You know? Like a huge piece of embarressment pie. That's really the only piece of pie I seem to get from life. Occasionally I get a piece of cake. Not often. (If you haven't noticed, this post is totally full of puns. If you don't know what that is feel free to click on the link for education and double reading fun. You're welcome.) So here is my story about the other day when sweet dear life chose to serve me up a nice piece of embarressment pie.
              'Twas a splendid day in October. The bell just rang to signal the end of the day and merry students were prancing along to get along to their sweet homes angry teens were shoving eachother to get the heck out of school. I had my binder, my biology book and this:

It's a donation box for UNICEF*. I carry it around like a hobo asking for donations.

So I have my binder and my book in one arm and the cute little box in the other. I decide to take the 'no-taker' stairs. (Hardly any one takes these stairs. I like them. ALOT) So I turn the corner to take the stairs and merrily start going up them. I stop for a split second and look up. Because I like to do that sometimes. Look up. (You're welcome) And right as I do that, just ironically life decides to put a cute  totally smokin' *guy right in my line of vision. Usually I would smile at him, ogle a bit and thank life later for the honor of being in that sweet sweet mans' (is any one really a man in high school? boy? guy? male?  meh) presence. I do all these things. Except for the last part. As I look back down again, my mind is so preoccupied with the fact that this male is going to pass me at any moment. Dang was I excited. And as my mind cannot multitask without having some kind of overload, my mind decides to eliminate my bodies ability to walk. Thank you life. *sarcasm* So, as life quite enjoys throwing pie in my face. (or a face full of stairs) I trip. UP the stairs. I kinda looked like this:

Except not becuase it was UP.

My books and binder go across the landing. My UNICEF box falls out of my hand and half the money falls out of it's little slot and rolls noisily down the stairs. Clink Clink Clink. And I even make a little sound. Kind of like this: "Oomf. Ahhhh. *inaudible whispering*" Imagine my horror. My shock. My dread to look back up and see what that boys reaction to it all. I quickly look up. And here's the crazy part. He's gone. Like I'm sure he already passed me and didn't see a thing. (man oh man how I hope he didn't see it)  So, I pick up my things, scrimage my money and put it safely back in it's little slot and walk slowly up the rest of the stairs. Done. Over. Just like that. As I walk to my locker I pass a window. I look at my reflection. My face is bright red. And do you know what I do? I laugh. LAUGH. I had to. That was such a movie-moment in life, I bust out laughing. I'm no longer embarressed. (Take that LIFE) and I just laugh. At myself. And that jerk of a guy who didn't help me up. And most of all, my stupidity for letting a boy to mess with my head like that enought to the point where I can't even walk up stairs. Ah, Life. You really did good. So here is my advice to y'all. Enjoy your pie. Life is gonna shove it in your face. Lick it off. Eat it up. And laugh. (Seriously, whoever doesn't take this advice is dumb not so smart. It involves metaphoric eating and laughing. For real.) Just go with the flow and do what I did. In a situation like that, laugh. Don't let embaressement pie and life get the best of you.
                                          That's my life.

*Feel free to donate to UNICEF treat or treat boxes. 'Tis a great cause.
*It's funny because I don't even remember what he looked like.

Toe

On Monday I slipped and cut my toe. But it's not just a cut. I slipped an the ramp and in attemp to not fall I cut it. I ran in my house yelling "I cut my toe off! " (Ashlin cut her toe off, it's an automatic response) I went into the kitchen and my mom said to sit on the counter. I did. While she was fiddling to see how bad it was, I couldn't see. I started to shout, "I can't see!" The next thing I know was my dad saying " Mishae, put your arms around me." Then, I was lying on the couch throwing up. ( in garbage can) It didn't look so bad that night ( when I took the picture) but it still was disgusting and painful. Ouch!!