Wednesday, April 13, 2011

RTW: Scars Make Me Feel Dangerous

Prompt from the delightful mavens of YA Highway!
Why House Uses a Cane



What is the story of your best scar?

Scars make me feel dangerous...

When I'm really not. Actually, the only way I could be classified as dangerous is when you include "to myself" at the end of the word. You see, I have this 'disorder' where I find myself inexplicably drawn to running into random objects and coming away in less than original condition.

Think of me as an unmanned bumper car. Or a bumper car driven by a drunk or a monkey. Maybe even a drunk monkey.

Thankfully, I don't have too many scar stories to tell that wouldn't involve some sort of fabrication or dramatization of the actual events. If I were my sister on the other hand, I'd have oodles of scar stories to tell you.

She has the bad habit of running into barbed wire on a four-wheeler, falling off four-wheelers, and just plain rotten luck with falling and hitting her head in general.

Although, I can tell y'all about the time where I got into a fight with my school locker and came away victorious with only a small scar to show my valor...

For a while I said it was from a fight with my pet seal, but people started to doubt that once they realized civilians aren't allowed to keep seals as pets. I had to scale back the flair and it ended up me fighting my possessed locker which hit me over the head making me retaliate with slamming it shut in an act of passion.

Of course, it got its revenge later in the day when I came to get my books once again and somehow it materialized a switchblade to cut me on my right arm. Yep. I still have the scar to prove it. Needless to say, I didn't expect that to happen and from that moment forward I knew to give it some respect.

You don't diss on the locker, yo. It's just not done. Not if you want to stay in one piece and see your books ever again.

Well, that about does it for this Road Trip Wednesday. See y'all next week!

9 comments:

  1. I love your locker story! Those things are dangerous.

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  2. I may have that same 'disorder.' And also, the House picture? PERFECT.

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  3. Officially hit weirdo status in my school's library after lmbo when I read your locker story, which prompted the moderator to make her "This is a silent, no talking area of the library" speech.

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  4. No one understands how dangerous lockers can be. Ponytail trapped in locker? Check. Finger jammed? Double check.

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  5. I love that House photo. And, yes, lockers *are* dangerous. They're full of sharp edges and metal that'll cut you if you're scoping out your crush while grabbing a book. Not that I'd know.

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  6. Now I'm cracking up because Maria got in trouble!

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  7. who among us hasn't had a drunk monkey moment?

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  8. I love that House pic! I haven't watched that show in forever. Oh - and I have the same disorder. I run into EVERYTHING. It gets worse as I get older. But I love your description - bumper car driven by a drunk monkey - love it.

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  9. Haha, sometimes I feel like drunk monkeys take bets on how long they can control me until I crash and burn. Anyway, thanks for all of the comments guys! Sorry, you got in trouble Maria, haha. Okay, I'm not that sorry...it's pretty funny. :)

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