i was attacked by a wet, soggy..plastic bag

i woke up..ready for the day to pour out everything its got.

i woke up..screaming 'bring it the fuck on'..i did.

i mean, i really thought 'can't nothing bring me down'
little did i know something WOULD & COULD bring me down.

i was walking to my communications class, ready & excited to give my speech. i looked people in the eye as i walked toward this building, the cold gripped at me but i spat at it. there was a seemingly unstoppable inferno goin on in me! then i saw it, a plastic bag being tossed around by the wind.

i smirked..at the very thought that that plastic bag could ruin my mood. & kept walking, suddenly i stepped on something..a rock? when i locked down..i heard some loud crinkle coming towards me then POOF! that plastic bag flew right into my face as the wind blew harder & harder than i'd ever felt!
the plastic bag had some sort of sticky liquid on it & i started to muffle scream. finally i ripped it off my face..to find all these eyes looking at me...some laughing some shocked, obviously everyone was entertained.

i just said....'HEH...DAMN PLASTIC BAGS RIGHT?' & darted into my building.


pride comes right before the fall. :]