Dear Die-ary...

I thought I'd just write about this, as I'm very bored and it seems like the most major thing in my life so far.

Today, after...about 4 or 5 years, I've finally fallen over. I was walking with Jonesy, across the field, me being part on the path and part on the grass. We were talking about Jaffa Cakes for some reason, when suddenly I found myself lying on the ground. "I have fallen over," I thought, pointing out the obvious. I asked Jonesy to help me back up again, as I had a backpack on my back, so I felt like a turtle (on its back). But Jonesy just laughed at me. Not because of the fact I'd fallen, but because of the way I fell. My Grandad taught me to fall with me arms outstretched to the sides, and so I wouldn't damage my arms (and believe me, it works. My knees are the only things which were hurt). So in Jonesy's eyes, I looked like a penguin. But for some odd reason, I didn't feel embarrassed or humiliated. I picked up my things (after much trouble) and carried on with our engaging conversation. There were people around us, but they didn't give the impression of having see me fly and splat on the ground like that. When I got inside, I discovered that my rough book was partially ripped, and all my stuff was mudded-up. Thankfully, my picture of Jem on my rough book was one of the very few things left undamaged. Also, Jonesy pointed out my trousers. It showed exactly how I was walking: as I said, partially on the path and partially on the grass. Now there are two stains on my knees. On the left it's white, and on the right it's brown. I blamed it on a new trend I'm starting.

Strange thing is, I don't actually know how I fell. I just found myself on the floor, looking like a penguin. A bit like this, really:

I didn't get hurt in any way, physically or mentally. But I did get a little p1ssed off with Jonesy when she wouldn't stop going on about it.