this smiley looks like a damn rude boy..alright, enough of that
I ate dirt, rocks, dust, a couple of leaves, and a catepillar...fell off my damn bicycle. It didn't hurt as much as I thought it would('cept my hands feel like they're being torched). I was making a sharp turn and my breaks went stupid on me, then it was too late. Fell right on my chest. Tried to stop from sliding even more by using my palms, BOY WAS THAT A BAD IDEA. I turned over on my back looked up at the trees and just lyed there for a minute. I was trying to remember if there was still any more neosporin in my medicine cabinet. I looked at my hands and OH how I wish I didn't. Skin peeled off and it was all bloody. "oh yes, there will be blood". There was an elderly couple right there too. Just watching me lying there. They saw me fall! I turned my head to look at em' and just flopped back down in the dirt. They stood over me and asked if I was alright, I said "BOY, THAT WAS A DOOZIE". They continued on there way. I got up. Picked my bike from the ground. Dusted my clothes off. Walked to the water fountain. Washed off. Got back on my bike and silently wept...i kid..not silent at all.
I should be given an award for these journals