This story is true I promise

Okay so both of my readers probably already know this story but it was very traumatic and I felt the need to post about it.

Last Friday night I was waiting for some friends to arrive for the soccer games over at school I had gotten there early and was standing by the bleachers by myself . . . while I was standing there I was getting all there judgmental looks from my fellow students who were like “ Like so totally like what in the world would you like even like come to these games like alone” for some reason though I began to feel very lonely and miserable standing all by myself. Well as I waited patiently and avoided the ever awkward stares of my piers a very large moth; it is at this point that I must interject that you may not really relate to the size of these beasts unless you yourself have seen one but you’ll just have to take my word for it they are GIGANTORS; anyway while I was waiting one of these over size moths flew down and perched between my eye and my glasses. Perched is probably not a good word because that sounds so friendly like the bird that sings that little sing-a-long song. This moth attacked me and began to flap its dirty little wings ever so violently while lodged between my left eye and the lens that usually protects it. Instead of making the rational decision about what to do and calmly taking my glasses off . . . I began to shake violently as though I was possessed by something very much not a moth. The one good side of this was that all of the judgmental cheerleaders that were silently criticizing my being by myself now had an understanding as to why I was alone. Well the story continues for while I was shaking my head so violently to release my self from the power of this moth it . . . well . . . (Im trying to come up with some blog appropriate terms) relived itself all over my glasses and my eye . . . now some of the smarter readers my say “stop right there . . . how do you know it was not just dust from its wings?” and to that I say it was in my eye and I know what it was next time a moth stops for a bathroom break in your eye feel free to tell me it was dust . . . but in this case it was most definitely NOT dust. After plaguing me with this terribly gross substance the moth flew away . . . so I looked up after this traumatic experience only to realize not only were said judgmental cheerleaders staring at me I was also completely un aware of what was going on to my left because I couldn’t see anything . . . so I ever so calmly took my glasses of wiped of the lens went to the other side of the stadium where I saw my friends who were in no way sympathetic. (except for Dave and KT, the former of which inspired me to write this blog post)

~ by stephenblaine on October 14, 2007.