Well, this made my day.

So when I got home today, as I planned to sit down in front of my computer enjoying some prime time internet, I noticed my butt was hurting. It felt like a tack yet when I stood up to check, I found a clean, dustless cushion. Quickly tossing that thought aside, I sat down again trying to get in my daily internet time. After a few minutes, I noticed the hurt in my butt had returned. Odd, I thought. Perhaps the problem was my jeans so I removed my pants and thoroughly inspected it. It was even cleaner than the chair I sat. Annoyed, I decided to hang around in my boxers. After a few reads and re-reads of my witty thread that I creatively posted on southperry titled "Well, this made my day.", that hurt in my butt was back.

I gave up on trying to look through my pants for reasons of the irritation and tried to remember why it may be hurting. As far as I can recall, the day was perfectly normal. I awoke to find myself on the floor next to my bed as usual. I drove to school while singing along to the song "Gee" by Girls' Generation on my iPod Touch as I did yesterday and the day before. Come lunchtime, I was om nom nom noming on a self-made sandwich with the crust cut off that was ever-so kawaii.

After lunch, I went to the library...when it hit me. I was bending over numerous times and each time, I felt as if a person was behind me. It was an eerie feeling but when I turned around, no one was there. Could it be that that innocently-napping, pedophilic-looking chap was responsible for my butt hurting?

Stop this. I don't know why, but this and the first post are really creeping me out. Stop. I'm going to be scared of people sleeping in libraries from now on. Thanks.