(Today's blog post contains some srs bsnss swear words. Remember, kids, that fuck is a bad word. ^-^)
Today, I almost died.
I was walking along the water in the downtown area of Gdansk when a man grabbed at my arm. I swiftly dealt a knee to his balls and twisted my arm out of his grip using a trip I learned from the two weeks of karate camp I attended in elementary school. He recovered quickly from the pain in his groin and slugged me in the stomach. I toppled over the railing, but quickly caught the bar with the backs of my knees and flipped back up...
As you've probably guessed, the story above is "faaaaake." Hush, troll, I know. I did almost die today, though. You'll hear about the story later on when I get to it.
We slept in today, which was nice. After breakfast we headed out for a walk on the beach. The weather was very nice, and we contemplated going back for bathing suits. In the end we resolved to feed the birds with the bread we'd brought and access the internet, then decide what to do. It was chilly and cloudy when my sister finished up on her laptop, so we decided to walk home for money and go to the Alfa Centrum to see if we could buy an adaptor plug for my sister.
So, of course, once we decided not to go to the beach, it was lovely beach weather all day.
According to the guy behind the counter at the electronics store we went to, you can only buy Europe-to-America adaptors here, and not the other way around. We walked around the mall, though, since my sister hadn't been there. We stopped by H&M, where I bought a hat and scarf because I have too much money and nothing to do with it.
We had taken a bus to the mall, but we walked back and ate at a restaurant by the beach. When my sister ordered a beer, they asked if she wanted juice with it, which apparently was funny.
Then we headed home to drop off our purchases and change clothes, then we took a trumway to Gdansk because we were meeting two of my mom's cousins at the Neptune fountain.
After walking around for a big with my two aunts, the five of us sat down in a restaurant to have coffee and desert.
So there I was, innocently eating the ice cream I'd ordered. After discovering it had raisins in it, I began to get a little wary. I carefully chewed the fruits, being relieved each time they were chewy. Then came one that looked suspicious. It should be mentioned that when I was tested for allergies when I was six, all the tree nuts but one were a five (the highest), and the last one was a four. I carefully touched my tooth to the thing, and found it to not be a raisin. I quickly spat out the bit of skin into my napkin and wiped my mouth furiously before asking my mom what it was.
A fucking hazelnut.
They put fucking nuts in my fucking ice cream even after we fucking told them that I have severe fucking allergies to the mother fuckers.
I hadn't eaten it, but I took a Benadryl pill just in case and shoved the ice cream away, sticking to my iced coffee. I have this problem where I sometimes scare myself into thinking I have allergy symptons. I just sat there, feeling like the walls were squishing me, staring up at the cathedrale I could see through the window and being scared. I told my mom I wanted to leave, but my uncle had just come, so my sister and I went for a walk. I felt much better outside. With my mind off it, I stopped scaring myself and acknowledged that nothing was going to happen.
But I kept shivering, and I nearly cried leaving the restaurant. I'm nearly crying now, but my mom and sister are in the room. I was just very shaken. This wasn't like when you almost get hit by a car or something. This is like, that little round nut could have closed off my windpipe and I would've stopped breathing and fucking died.
This is why I like routine. When I diverge from my routine, shit happens. The one time I wore mis-matched socks, my shoes fell off running the mile on the outdoor track in gym class and I had to finish it in just my socsk, getting them utterly filthy. I didn't go to church yesterday, and today I almost died. I'm usually not superstitious, but I like my routine, and fate likes it, too.
By the way, at the restaurant my mom ordered the most hardcore thing I've ever seen her drink (the previous being a few sips of wine at special occaions): a White Russian. Forty milliliters of Vodka Sobieski, twenty milliliters of Kahlua, and forty milliliters of milk.
As we were leaving the restaurant, my mom wanted to take a picture of us on the steps. Then she kindly asked a passer-by in Polish if he could take a picture, and she explained how to work her camera.
"Ok, I didn't understand a word of that, but I think I can do it."
Guy turned out to be from Montreal, lol. Totally made my day. After being all trembly and scared about the round little ball of death, it was just hilarious, and I mean, meeting a real live Canadian? If you're reading this, Evan, tell Rowan all about how I met an honest-to-God Canadian. I'm so cool, eh?
0D
We drove over to my younger aunt's condominium-house place in her husbands ridiculously fancy car. We met her son there, who was an interesting character. The place was a little cluttered, kind of ornamental. Lots of little pieces and wooden furniture and things. I was kind of tired and shaken and didn't really want to be there.
Now I'm home and just...
I dunno.
Hey, interent friends? I'd never leave without telling you guys. So if I drop off the face of the forum, then I've actually dropped off the face of the planet. Even if my parents took my computers and grounded me from the internet for the rest of my life, I'd hop on at school or ask a fried to log in for me to let you guys know.
Okay? Okay.
Night, y'all.
PoKEMON StATS
Still the same. I have no time to play teh Pokemons. DX
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