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So today was graduation. This graduation, however, is not like the pittiful attempts they have for 5th-7th, where it is simply a poor excuse of a transition into the next grade. The only thing good about it is that you can bully your parents into taking you and your friends out to lunch afterwards with the, "But [x] insert parental unit title here [x], I think I deserve a small thing because now I'm in [x] insert grade here [x] The only drawback is that if you have to repeat the grade, you are more likely to get into summer school, rather than Cosi's (sandwhich place I highly recomend)
so most of the ceremony was filled with recomendations for students, random quotes from a book we've never heard of, and what could be worce than short, pointless stories? Long pointless stories having nothing to with what happened this year.
The only exeption was that of our ski trip. This was, in my opinion, the most wonderful, exciting exuse for a disaster, which is what happened. I happened to be the very first person to end up in a disasterous situation. Now, usually, when that happens, it's because I did something so stupid, when I look back, I say to myself, "You dumbass! Why the hell did you do that?"
or I call my friends and ask 'what really happened last night?'
Overall, they are usually my fault.
This was my fault.
Or...it would have been, if I had done anything wrong.
Long story short, asswhole-guy decided to join smart-but-not-really girl, he was lieing in the snow. This hill was the bunny hill, the hill where the last thing you want to do is lie down because most of the people riding down that hill have no control whatsoever of their skies nor snowboards. So I was trying not to end-up in the situation where people forever tell that "Mr. aswhole-guy was killed by [x] my actual name [x] , with a snowboard, on the bunny hill." So, instead of me explaining how I killed someone for the rest of my life, I was doomed to land flat on my a**, both on the hill, and in the hostpital. The funny thing it, however, is that I hit my head, but I don't remember hitting the ground (believe me, the bruise I had on my a** told me how much the fall would have been if I had felt it) and I was lucky not to get a concussion (the doctors said that I was really lucky and they have no idea why I didn't have one) So for the next two days, I was asked " {x} my name [x] did you break your a**?" xD
I laugh now, but believe me, I wasn't laughing then

So now, I sit in my basement with my two awesome friends, waiting to see Spiderman 3.
I've seen it already but...
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