My Parents Definitely Didn’t Tell Me I Was Born a Cyborg

Okay, so hear me out. My leg has been hurting all day, and originally I thought my knee was the source of the pain, but two seconds ago when I got out of the shower I noticed a strange bruise on my leg. NO, I discovered, this was not a bruise at all, but a dent. There is a DENT IN MY LEG!

You must think I am exaggerating, but swear there is a sizable indentation in my lower left shin! I tried to get some solid photographic proof for you, but the camera on my phone sucks and I couldn’t get a good angle. Still, my credibility should not be called into question because of my lack of evidence for you. My word should be enough, because I’m an incredibly trustworthy person.

*Cough*

What? It’s not like this blog is based on… lies… or something.

But, seriously, who would lie about there being a dent in their leg? That sounds like a really stupid lie. And for the brilliance of this argument, you know I must be telling you the truth!

There is a DENT in my LEG!!!

I don’t know what to do about it, either. Should I approach my parents and demand an explanation? Was I, a robot, switched at birth with a human baby? Am I, in fact, made of metal? Really, that’s all I want to know! Am I a robot, and why the hell is there a dent in my leg?!?!?

I swear. My life is ridiculous.

In other news, it’s only five days in and I’m already super behind on NaNoWriMo. Anyone else? No? Just me. Cool.

It didn’t help that I had a 45 minute presentation, a paper, a test, and an event to put on all this week (and it’s still only Wednesday).

I hate it.

I’m hoping to be able to make up some of my lost writing time this weekend, but the planning is the easy part, isn’t it?

Okay, that’s all I have for now. That massive presentation is tomorrow morning, so I have to go away and finish doing that. Even though I would love nothing more than to continue chatting with you, my lovely reader, but alas, homework kinda-sorta-maybe-definitely needs to get done at some point, right?

Ugh, I quit. I’m a cyborg anyway, right? Why must I do human things like educate myself? I’d much rather be looking at pictures of puppies.

Even robots must like puppies.

Mel

Also, and this is totally not me stalling, but I am fully aware of the difference between robots and cyborgs, I just happened to be using them interchangeably in this post because, frankly, I can.

Ain’t nobody going to stop me! Mwahaha!

Okay, seriously, I’m going to do work now.

Okay.

Bye.

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