The story of my life has been re-written. I have a new destiny. The record of my contributions to this world will read as follows:
"She decided to enroll at Georgia College where she was the youngest tropical individual raised by turtles ever to attend...". One day, she decided she had enough of college life and decided to take over the world. The End.
Sort of...unless you want to count the part where I live the rest of my days on an island paradise and sell peanuts...
Blame it on the fumes (Sanford reeks)...
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Where did that come from...don't think I like the sounds of the title...:p ~D
Hahaha. Okay. You might win. ;-)
Apparently there was some sort of chemical mishap with the construction in the building, so the halls smelled like a mix of chlorine and something else. I decided that I could run up a flight of stairs and to the other end of the hallway without taking a breath. Wrong. And because I had been holding my breath, when I finally inhaled, I was gasping. I had to breathe twice along the way, and the smell was so overpowering, I felt like I was suffocating. It burned my throat, gave me a headache, and made me feel nauseous all at the same time. Whee - hehe. So yeah...the fumes had an adverse affect on my mental state. :-P ...Yay for fresh air.
How does "the youngest tropical individual raised by turtles" happen to have the complexion of an otherwise, um, untropical individual? I mean, it's like saying I was raised by lions roaming the African savannas... (oooh, BURN!!!)
Can I sell peanuts too?...
I have a serious craving for peanuts now...
this post is fantastic :)
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