Some people might call it karma; I just call it bad luck. My bad luck to be more precise. After such a fun-filled afternoon, I go to my bedroom to read a book (it's actually quite a funny book; it's called "It's OK, I'm Wearing Really Big Knickers". It's the second in a series by Louise Rennison (sp?). The first is "Angus, Thongs and Full-Frontal Snogging" (yeah, like the film) sorry, back on topic).

So yeah, I'm lying on my back on my bed, reading my book. I was holding it up in the air, as you do, when, of course, it fell out of my hands and the spine hit me on my left eyebrow. Yeah. So I squealed in pain and sat up, rubbing my eyebrow. Cursing slightly, I went to inspect it in the bathroom (not that my eyebrow was in the bathroom, it's just that the lighting &the mirrors in the bathroom are better than those in my room, anyways...) and I saw a bruise starting to form on it. Seriously.

And, of course, I simply have to get a bruise on my eyebrow when I'm heading out in about half an hour.

And not only did I receive this bruise, but I also lost my place in my book. Now I'm really annoyed >:(

Oh well, every cloud has a silver lining, right? So maybe, because I have a lovely bruise on my eyebrow I will avoid being struck by lightning later on or something...

Then again, with my luck, I may get both.