Dirty bedrooms lead to fist fights?

Okay, so by now, if you don’t know this already, I can be quite the lazy person when I want to be. Many of you can see this from my old sites, where I would hardly update. But, oh no, I’m not just lazy with this site, I’m lazy with pretty much everything including my room. My room is to the point where there are five mountains (or very large piles, if you wish) of laundry.

The other day, I needed to get a book cover for my health book. So, I went up to my room. Now, my desk you see is against the wall in my room. Thus, in order for me to be able to get my book cover, I would have to go through the literally five piles of laundry to get to my desk. Now, here is where the laziness kicks in. Why should I go around my laundry when I can simply go over the laundry? I think I managed to get over two before I tripped on the third and crashed into my desk with a big boom!

Something this dramatic can not be left unscratched, so my left portion of my face was all swelled and purple. I even ended up putting an ice pack on it to relieve the excruciating pain.

The next day at school everyone was asking me what had happened to my face. Now honestly, do you think it would be “cool” to say that you were being lazy and crashed into your desk in the process? Errm, no. So what do I happen to come up with? I had a fist fight. Yup, I told anyone who was willing to listen to the story that this girl was hitting on my man (not that I have a man, which everyone at school happens to know) and I punched her in the face. She punched back giving me the swell, which caused me to jump-kick her and knock her out.

Unfortunately, no-one at school happened to believe my story (they stopped listening after I said, “my man”, because a) I don’t have a boyfriend and b) They know I would never refer to a guy as “my man”), but hey, it was a worth a shot, right?