My Blog...How original.

Yesterday when i was unloading the dishwasher, i noticed that one of the shelves that normally held all our glass was empty because one of the plastic pegs that held it up was out of place.(making the shelf slanted) I fized it and began unloading again, placing all the glass cups up there. Suddenly, the peg slipped out of place and the glasses came crashing down- ON ME! I closed my eys and reached out my hands, wether to keep anmore from falling or to protect my head i don't know. All together, only three glasses broke. but after they shattered, i just stood there, waiting for pain to erupt in some part of my body. Glas was all over the counter; my shorts had the finer fragments on thm. Atop my bare feet lay glass dust and large peices. Yet i hadn't a scratch. After cleaning up the mess, i saw how scratched the counter was. Some of the smaller peices i could even remove from the counter, they were so inbetted! and as i cleaned, i saw how easily that glass could have sliced me.

Now, changing the subject, i have a question. (not to anyones surprise) When does being inspired become being lead? Another way of asking it is- How do i know that i like something because i like it and not because i'm being influenced to like it?

Another thing, how do i always (somehow) end up fessing who i like?

that's all i can think of.
Peace out~ Argetlam

P.s. any of yoiu members of Fictionpress.com or fanfiction.net? if so, what's your pe name so i can find you!