Quacks and Possible Detriment

I'm on the phone with Mlle Menton and M. Taurus. They're talking about how nice it would be to live in the streets. Oh, the hobo life is the life for me. Yo-ho-ho, and a bottle of wine!

Today was a very eventful day. A painful day. I slept at 10pm last night, and woke up at 2:30am. I snuck out of my own home at around 3. Exhilarating feeling. I'm not quite sure I liked it. At least not right away...

Midnight escapades are so romanticized -- and with enough reason. I don't know just how many teen novels I read where the suburbanite, conservative girl meets the worldly, rebel boy who throws pebbles to her second-floor window, calling her down to take her out for the night of her life.

M. Romaine Lettuce was a dear and came on his bike to escort me, because I'm way too spooked to walk around the streets at 3 in the morning. Just my luck, I missed the only 3am bus. We noted that the weather was an ugly omen: wet, and rainy instead of snowy, eliminating the possibility of the occurrence of a snow day. The rain soaked through my shoes to my socks. A wonderful feeling, except not really. I quacked because I felt more like a duck than a girl breaking the rules.

Entering M. Lettuce's apartment at 4am, it never felt better even though we had to be quiet. Dry! Warm! We quietly crunched Special K on the living room couch to refuel from our late two mile walk. The reason we went through all this trouble was so I could complete a final project for Journalism. Two articles. He did one, and I did the other. We finally finished at around 7 and I had to go. Of course, there were lots of distractions in between. Lust and plain old not wanting to sit up tired as we were.

I got to first period Journalism the last minute of class. The day went by quick. I decided not to go to eight period U.S. History because a) Hanley picks on me and b) I just couldn't wait to get back to M. Lettuce's.

Climax of the day! I swiped my student MetroCard and the revolving door-like turnstile's indicated I had one ride left and it was safe to go. I ran into the turnstile and bumped my nose straight into it in the hardest hit I could imagine. It was so painful, the tears came out involuntarily and instantly along with the blood gushing from my nose. Thankfully, my friend from sophomore year, Edwin was right behind me. He was there to the rescue, basically. Tissues and condolences and he helped me buy another MetroCard because when I swiped the student one again, it said 'JUST USED.' I really appreciated Edwin's for all his help. It would've been so much more unfair if there wasn't a single person there...

It continued hurting and bleeding on my train ride. Right now it still hurts to the touch. I'm really terrified of my nose being damaged in any way. It's way too tender for me not to worry. The top of my teeth are tender as well. It hurts like they might fall off. I really hope all is well...my gums really should stop hurting soon...it's scares me with every ache. Darn my klutziness. :(