WordKnot

OK, this story is going to give away a couple of key things about me that most people would rather not admit to.  A.  I’m a friggin dork.  B.  I was a major pansy in High School.  I think that’s about it.
So here we are, in my junior year at high school, Shaler for those of you who don’t already know.  I got sick about half way through the year, some kind of gastrointestinal problem that no one ever actually figured out… just went away on it’s own.  Don’t worry, I wasn’t shitting out my mouth or anything, just had a lot of pain.  So the pain comes, I go to the emergency room, doctors scratch heads, I go home, start to feel a little better the next day, get the week off anyways (hooray).

So, being that I had the week off and wasn’t allowed to go anywhere fun, I decided to do somthing inside to entertain myself.  ***This is where the dork part comes in, fair warning.***  I made a backpack entirely out of duct tape.  I shaped it around a box and it had a flat lid.  Looked pretty gay/retarded but damnit! I was proud of my creation.  So I take the monstrosity to school and wear it with pride, inspite of the smell of the tape and glue following me everywhere.
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