I think it is cooler, period. And not just because it is cold. Because it is awesome.
Ooh! Cool! Ouch! Yay roofs.
Oh, it was cool. I, like, wandered into the kitchen afterwards and told mum I just fell off the roof (I don't remember this very well, because I was in a dream-like state due to shock and loss of consciousness and such) and she started telling me off, and then I turned to go back out and there was all this blood running down my hair. Then once mum got over her shock she ferried me to the doctor's, and I got six stitches. Yay! Hee, funny story. Mum was standing with the doctor beside my bed as he put the stitches in, and she saw like, a little bloody clump in my hair. Well, assumed it was a chunk of flesh and nearly passed out again, didn't she? Turns out it was just a piece of brick that came off when I hit the step. If I wasn't so doped up I would have pissed myself laughing.
I never go up on ours, though, as it slants pretty ferociously I haven't actually been all over our roof, just on one corner. I got up there by climbing on the fence first. It's awesome, because you can see the whole city (seeing as we're up on a hill and all) and the sunsets are gorgeous. I'm a sucker for sunsets. I love them.
Yay putting off English essays.
Huh, yeah. It is almost 10pm and I'm still trying to do this one. And THEN i have to do my Fine Art portfolio. Shiiiit. I could always avoid my teacher and not hand it in, but I have my Art/Craft class tomorrow, and my Fine rt teacher often pops in to see what we are doing. And if she sees me (and remembers I was supposed to hand the folio in) there will be finger pointing and questions and lame excuses and punishments.
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I think it is cooler, period. And not just because it is cold. Because it is awesome.
Ooh!
Cool!Ouch! Yay roofs.Oh, it was cool. I, like, wandered into the kitchen afterwards and told mum I just fell off the roof (I don't remember this very well, because I was in a dream-like state due to shock and loss of consciousness and such) and she started telling me off, and then I turned to go back out and there was all this blood running down my hair. Then once mum got over her shock she ferried me to the doctor's, and I got six stitches. Yay!
Hee, funny story. Mum was standing with the doctor beside my bed as he put the stitches in, and she saw like, a little bloody clump in my hair. Well, assumed it was a chunk of flesh and nearly passed out again, didn't she? Turns out it was just a piece of brick that came off when I hit the step. If I wasn't so doped up I would have pissed myself laughing.
I never go up on ours, though, as it slants pretty ferociously
I haven't actually been all over our roof, just on one corner. I got up there by climbing on the fence first. It's awesome, because you can see the whole city (seeing as we're up on a hill and all) and the sunsets are gorgeous. I'm a sucker for sunsets. I love them.
Yay putting off English essays.
Huh, yeah. It is almost 10pm and I'm still trying to do this one. And THEN i have to do my Fine Art portfolio. Shiiiit. I could always avoid my teacher and not hand it in, but I have my Art/Craft class tomorrow, and my Fine rt teacher often pops in to see what we are doing. And if she sees me (and remembers I was supposed to hand the folio in) there will be finger pointing and questions and lame excuses and punishments.