Monday, February 13, 2012

Bruises

As of late, I've gotten stupid. I don't know what happened, if I had a mini stroke or that whole stupid-while-ovulating myth is true or something entirely different, but the past week or so I've been so stupid. It's like my brain decided that it wanted a break so it ran away to sip margaritas on the beach leaving me in Utah in February. Gross. I expect it to come back, refreshed and relaxed, sometime soon, but for now I'm feeling incredibly stupid and I'm compensating with dark chocolate covered espresso beans, which is not all that bad a system.
Anyway, last Friday, I was in English and I was talking to Kat and Alex, who sit on the other side of the rectangle we make out of desks. So I was on the inside of the desk-rectangle. Eventually, we decided to start class, even though it was Friday, because we were discussing The Sound and The Fury, which is one of the few things worth discussing as a senior on a Friday in February. So I went back to my side of the rectangle preparing for a rousing discussion and sat down to spin over the table, classy and what not, because the only other alternative to get to my seat was to go under, and that's just awkward. Anyway, I started to spin, but I was wearing leggings instead of my normal pants (because it's Friday, which is not a real school day so uniform is optional) and misjudged the friction I'd get. So I went spinning out of control, kinda fell on the chair/ knocked it over and ended up on my back with my feet up in the air.
[Side note: I didn't cry or swear, which gives me an A+ in appropriate reaction]
Later that day, I was telling the story and showing my bruise off (which did involve pulling the left side of my pants down in public a few too many times), because I was bragging about how I'm such a badass/ whining that it hurt a lot and this girl who was in the class room across the wall from us says "oh is that what the loud sound was? We heard it, and we had no idea what it was, so we just figured the bowling ball had fallen off the bookshelf. Our teacher said that was probably true, since no one was screaming. That's soooooo funny."
The next day, for god knows what reason, I decided to go snowboarding. I was doing alright, not falling too much or anything when, all of a sudden, a tree came in front of me. And I hit it head on. As in with my whole body, starting with my head. Luckily I was wearing a helmet (not that brain damage would make much of a difference at this point), but it knocked the wind out of me and I nearly threw up and I had a headache for the rest of the day. I hate snowboarding. Hate it. I just want to sit in the lodge and drink coffee and read.
Then, yesterday, I was walking out of church. It was snowy and slushy and I was wearing pumps. So, naturally, I slipped and fell on my ass. This would not have been a big deal except that my phone slid out of my pocket on the way down, hit the pavement face first, and shattered the screen and something on the inside too. It is very much broken leaving me very much phone-less.
So, that's my weekend. It was not ideal. My neck and shoulders are sore from the tree, there is a huge bruise on my hip from English (it's one of those bruises with like 3 different colors that will last for a good week) and I feel really naked without my phone. I hope my brain comes back soon, I really need to do math and understand Faulkner and not fall down so damn much.

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