So yeah. If you're a fan of my story Catharsis, then you know how much I like using dodgeball as a stress reliever. It's the best sport out there, at least in high school gym class situations, and I'm usually the only girl who doesn't just stand along the back wall, waiting for everyone else to get out.

Well, today I realized that karma's a huge bitch. I was making some good plays, catching balls (volleyballs, mind you), and even before we started playing, I was so excited. I said to myself, "This is gonna rock, as long as I don't get hit in the face."

And of course, what happened?

I got hit in the face. HARD.
So hard that I fell over and started crying. I caught some jock's ball, and because he was mad that he got out by a girl, threw it back. I went to catch it, missed, and was therefore out. No biggie. But as I was walking over to the "out" area, some jackass who thought he was being funny nailed me full-strength on the left side of my face. My only reaction, biting back tears, was simply this: I flung my arms up in the air and just hollered, "FUCK YOU!" And whoever did it wasn't man enough to fess up or apologize, either.

My eye filled up with blood, and I lost my vision for nearly 20 minutes. Three ice-packs later, I was fine, but now I have a lovely bluish-black bruise underneath my left eye socket and on the inside of the orbital, a few broken blood vessels, and a large red patch on my left cheek, just in time for pictures at senior prom on the 30th! Great!

EDIT: The bruise is gone. By the time I typed this journal and got some sleep, the swelling went down. I'm back to normal. Please spare the pity.

I guess that made me totally reconsider my actions a bit... though throughout the day, as I was observing things (through my right eye), I realized that all the people that Versa retaliates against in the story, the people I absolutely can't stand, the people that make me miserable every day, will make fun of people like me incessantly, yet we are the first people they turn to when they need help with anything academic or managerial. Unfair? Hell yes. And of course, in attempts to gain any iota of respect from them, we help their sorry asses. And what do we get?

We get a 40 mile per hour volleyball shot to the face. Now I really can't wait to continue writing. Half stream of consciousness, half real life experience.

On a happier note, go look at this really cool art of Nyx ~Lycan90 made for me!