Seriously, for real, and yes! I must be.
Why? BECAUSE! I am wayyyyy too clumsy for a normal person.
Here's a quick Fairy Tale 101 lesson according to my best friend, Wikipedia:
"At the christening of [Sleeping Beauty], fairies invited as godmothers offered gifts, such as beauty, wit, and musical talent. However, a wicked fairy who had been overlooked placed the princess under an enchantment as her gift, saying that, on reaching adulthood, she would prick her finger on a spindle and die."So, Sleeping Beauty was doomed to die. Except that one of the good fairies casted a reversal spell after the evil fairy had left. But anyway, I have this vision of myself, a big, fat baby with a gigantic head, X amount of weeks overdue, sleeping in one of those clear bassinets at the hospital while a crazy, dark fairy casts a Clumsy Spell on me. It's not the same as death, but still!
Is it crazy? Maybe. PLausible? Plausibly.
... Unlikely.
But seriously! What kind of normal person has scars on her feet from tripping on a coat hanger, two different times? Who SNEEZES with enough force to knock over a stack of DVDs at HMV? What kind of person trips on a pen?! ... A PEN?!
... Only me!
It's not like I don't try to watch where I'm going. I just don't walk straight. I can't even stand up on the bus properly without falling backwards on to the joint-rolling pothead sitting behind me because the bars on the bus are too high for me hold on to! The safest place for me on a bus (aside from a seat) is next to the exit door because the Plexiglass wall helps me keep my balance.
I heard that Joe Jonas is clumsy, too, though.
Hello, cute twin soul!
