I was sitting on my bed last night reading a new book series when I look down at my legs, I couldn't figure out why they looked so different, then it dawned on me. I had forgotten to save one leg. As in I only had saved one leg. Meaning I was running around the dorm with a sleek soft leg while the other was a hair monster beast. I don't even remember shaving, much less stopping after only one leg.
Since this is not the first time such an awkwardly hilarious event has happened I have decided I am senile. I also forget everything. Well not everything, but pretty close to everything. I have been told several times that one of my friends was president of the warriors fan club. It took me about six times to remember that. I don't think I ever would have except that one person kept reminding me over and over and over again. I didn't appreciate the humor... well maybe a little.
So that is why I am senile at 21. I can't wait to see what happens at 22, not like I will be able to remember anything.
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