High Tops and Sharpies
Do you like the new theme? Scott changed it for me so there was a picture of my shoes on top. I don’t know why I like taking pictures of my shoes so much, but I do. It’s kind of strange… actually. I’m also obsessed with drawing on my shoes, and just sharpies in general. My shoes look different now, there’s black plaid on one, and it looks super cool, I might add. The picture at the top was when I was still deciding what to draw on them. The last shoes I had were pink, and also decorated, but it was on a different shoe. I also draw on my jeans, but only on some pairs. Most people tell me that my mom and dad will get mad, but they don’t. They’re my jeans, and it looks pretty cool. My dad says as long as I’m not destroying them or writing anything bad. I’m glad he trusts me not to. I draw on my legs too, but I shouldn’t, because I found out that it’s bad for you. I’m not quite sure what it’ll do though, the google search only told me that it was bad. Of course, that could be one of those things that parents tell their kids because they don’t want sharpie all over them. But then again, it could be something proved and scientific. It would be a strange way to get sick, like the time I bruised (or maybe cracked) a rib by running into a doorknob. That was one of my more stupid injuries. Not something that people are going to think of me as brave, or even stupid. They might just think I was sniffing something. But I just ran into a doorknob. I wish I had done that more heroically, like when my dad cracked a rib skiing or broke his nose playing basketball. But I could tell people that I cracked my rib saving two little kids trapped in a burning house. I ran into the burning house, I looked around and heard screams, I followed them. I reached the room, and as a beam was falling, I jumped under, because I need to save them, and it fell on me, but then I lifted it off, and went on to save the little kid’s lives, because all of the firemen said it was too dangerous and we just had to let them die. But that’s not what happened. I’l just continue being the girl who draws on her high tops and jeans and runs into doorknobs.