Well to answer that question, I will begin with a story. A story about my nostril, the left one, or the one I call the "unloved nostril." Why is my nostril unloved? Well because it perpetually feels obligated to be clogged, or hurting or preventing any form of air-flow whatsoever.
Today, at 3:58 A.M., the detested nostril sunk to a newer level of "lowness." Either I had struck my nose unknowingly (those two words are hard to say together) or I hit it too hard with my hand but I was awoken for no reason. As I went to wipe my nose (which I thought was covered in mucus) I suddenly noticed that it wasn't mucus, it was blood. A massive amount of blood, enough to have a ritual sacrifice or two.
Well, on to the next part, I ran to the bathroom, with my bloodied hand covering my now-gushing nostril, I looked in the mirror and I muttered an expletive towards the general vicinity of the culprit. The reason I was so frustrated was because today I had to take three SAT Subject Tests. So the nostril that typically obstructs itself was now pouring my life essence all over the sink. After three painful minutes of applying pressure the bleeding stopped and I returned to bed. I then posted the picture on Facebook explaining how the rejected nostril attempted to commit suicide via exsanguination and then someone told me to make a blog. And I did, I'm a pushover don't judge me damnit.
Here is the result of the reprobate's attention-wanting plea for help.
Today, at 3:58 A.M., the detested nostril sunk to a newer level of "lowness." Either I had struck my nose unknowingly (those two words are hard to say together) or I hit it too hard with my hand but I was awoken for no reason. As I went to wipe my nose (which I thought was covered in mucus) I suddenly noticed that it wasn't mucus, it was blood. A massive amount of blood, enough to have a ritual sacrifice or two.
Well, on to the next part, I ran to the bathroom, with my bloodied hand covering my now-gushing nostril, I looked in the mirror and I muttered an expletive towards the general vicinity of the culprit. The reason I was so frustrated was because today I had to take three SAT Subject Tests. So the nostril that typically obstructs itself was now pouring my life essence all over the sink. After three painful minutes of applying pressure the bleeding stopped and I returned to bed. I then posted the picture on Facebook explaining how the rejected nostril attempted to commit suicide via exsanguination and then someone told me to make a blog. And I did, I'm a pushover don't judge me damnit.
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| How dare you. |
