Death, hast thou come so soon?

I almost died this morning. Well, kind of. I was taking the train to CSUN and it arrives at 9:01. Well, I was running late and got to the station at 9:00 exactly. So I have to buy a ticket from the machine before I board. Just as I was getting my change (my freakin' Sacagawea coins that the machine gives me such an abundance of), the train came. So I was on the left side of the train and the doors open on the right side platform. I knew I'd never make it to run across before the train came, so I decided to go behind the train and go around it after it came to a stop. It was PERFECT... I knew I was saved. I was going to make it. The train had stopped and I was just behind it about to turn. Suddenly the train groaned and creaked and backed up on me. I died. Ok no, I lied. But my foot did get caught on the track and I did trip and fall on the coal and stuff. One thing I noticed about falling... It takes so long. You lose your balance and you stumble and just when you think it's over, you realize you're not done falling yet. It takes such a long time and it goes in slow motion. So I got up and noticed that my jeans were ripped at the knees (yay!) and I was gushing blood (aww). I got on the train with my friend who saw all that had happened. I really was gushing blood so I asked the conductor for a bandage and he looked at me and asked "Did you cross the tracks?" I lied and said "No, I went from the back platform." He repeated, "Did you cross the tracks??..." "NO! I just tripped on the platform!" "Are you sure you didn't cross the tracks? It's a misdemeanor, you know... And there is a sheriff on board." Sigh. Ok, so now I'm dead and I have a record. Whatever. I got my bandage and some rubbing alcohol, but it did no good for my broken heart and wounded pride :'( ... I got to school and went to the basement of the library and read Grimm's Fairy Tales for about an hour. Now I'm upstairs and I'm blogging. That's all. I AM ALIVE!