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✦ Embarrassing Valentines Day Story ✦
8 years ago
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Middle school, 14 years old, myself and some classmates had a project to do in work shop, was supposed to be a simple Valentines day wood-work of the design of our choice. I myself decided to work on a heart and arrow, especially since I had had a crush on someone that inspired me to do so, because I wanted to give it to them after it was done (though that's not really important right now,) so I got to carving right away.
Seems like everything is going alright so far, right?
Well around here is where my special hell begins.
After finishing the carving of said project I was pretty happy on how it came out, after sanding and smoothing it down I was ready to finally paint it. Red, Pink, White, and Sky-Blue in each jar where my choice of colors for this design, to my eyes they were a wonderful combination. Pink was the first color I wanted to go for with the heart, harmless pink... or so I thought.
After shaking the jar just once, the what-I-had-thought-was-screwed-on-firmly lid flew right off the jar, a large pink glob of paint shot right out from it and splashed on on over the lockers behind me, it got worst when it had spilled all on my hair, shirt, pants AND shoes. My workshop teacher was concerned for me but that was apparently nothing compared to the roaring laughter of my classmates within the room especially from my crush at the time which had left me feeling heartaching for a while. I had rushed to the sink in the workshop to wash the some of the paint out of my hair, but my shoes, shirt and pants feel victim to the permanent markings of pink. Luckily this was near the ending of the school day, so I just needed to hold out for like 20 more minutes before heading home with my hoodie over my head through the rest of the day, clearly I wasn't going to be wearing the clothes I've had anymore without looking like the fricking Pink Panther.
The next day I managed to shrug off what had happened the other day, but it's kinda hard to do that when you can see clear as a non-cloudy day where my mistake was made, what with the locker, chair and floor being completely caked in pink paint.
Of course it's been 8 years, I've had more than enough time to feel comfortable to talk and laugh about it to you lovelies.
Thanks for taking the time to read all about this, Happy Valentines Day to you all!
And keep away from any loosened paint jars. 
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Thanks for sharing!