the truth about a normal day.

today was kinda normal. like normal if you mean like i didn't get kidnapped by santa in the morning, helped him paint jack in the boxes, then got returned at 11am and ate a lunch of sardines and peanut butter, then trained to be a knight in shining armour to save fair maiden, and ya know after that went to the nutri-grain bar factory and gave the workerss a pep talk. oh and then of course i would save that maiden from an alligator...
but that did not happen. (i wish)
no in fact, i was trapped first in my bed. (not that i wanted to leave.
then in a bus. (this time i did wanna leave)
and then sat like a sitting person in 3 classes that are easier than reading an abc book. oh and then i ran off my lungs, ears, legs, you name it, at the twelve minute run. gotta love gym.
so yah. then i came home and ate frenchfries and sour cream. then i was gonna go to dance, but my ankle was acting like a freak, so i decided otherwise.
and now i'm here. and that was my normalish day.


btw. do you think it's weird that i blasted music while i wrote this??