An Explanation
Ok, so I was walking home one day, and I was trying to figure out where the original brain damage came from. I never huffed gas, I didn't eat paint chips, my parents didn't drop me on my head...then it hit me, I did fall on my head. In our bathroom, we have a mirror that I think is about four or five feet above the ground, and then a sink in front of the mirror about three feet above the ground. Back in kindergarten, I was short. We all were short. So, to look in the mirror, I had to climb on the sink. One day before school (I had an afternoon class, pointless info, but I'm adding it), I climbed on the sink like I usually do. This one time I slip, fall backwards. Luckily, my head broke the fall. The bleeding stopped, so I went to school (even back then I was hardcore). During nap time (I miss that) it started bleeding. I went to the office, who called my dad to bring me to the hospital. Three stitches, nothing to dull the pain. And you wonder why I'm the way I am. Jumping off the Senior Balcony
At school there is a balcony we guess to be about 12 feet up that only seniors are allowed on, hence the name. One day I'm chillin' (I'm "hip") with some friends after school. A non-senior was up on the senior balcony, and being a junior, I didn't really care. He acted like he was going to jump off the balcony to impress his friend he had up there, but he chickened out, even with me and my friends egging him on. Being the intelligent person I am, I first look up at the balcony. After a moment, I realize it's possible and exclaim "I can do it." Again showing intelligence, I ask around seeing what I could get for jumping off. Someone offers me a dime, and I accept since no one else was offering. My real incentive was proving this, not to them, but to myself that I could do it and not get hurt. I climb up the stairs to the balcony, climb over the rail, and I am looking 18 feet down to the ground. Finally something in me tells me this is not a good idea, but what was I supposed to do? Become a coward? Never! Not being able to get the guts to jump, I just sort of fall. The landing was 3. I didn't land with my feet together, and I crumpled and fell to the side. I wish I had my feet together, but the rest was to make sure I didn't blow out my knee or break a leg. I think I landed on my left foot first since my knee, ankle, and foot hurt. I walked around for a bit, and went out to play soccer with my friends (dime in hand, of course). The next day my leg was fine, but it took a few weeks for my foot to feel better. It didn't help that I climbed on things (like a three foot high conveyer belt thing) and jumped off, landing on both or my left foot. It did heal, even without me slowing down. Here I am, doing everything I can, holding on to what I am, pretending I'm a superman. The Flying Windshield Wiper
Femme, Scooter, and I were hanging out once during junior year. It was a rainy December evening, but not too cool outside. We took my car, which meant I was driving, and Rachel was sitting in the front seat, and Scoots in the back. Just an average night, for the most part, except at one point my passenger windshield wiper starting shaking. Matt decides he can fix it, and reaches out his window and grabs it (nice job fixing it, Femme). Since it was inside the car, and we were driving, we couldn't do much at that point. Matt or Scott came up with the good idea to use the windshield wiper to wipe the fog that was building up inside the car. When we stopped, I put the windshield wiper back in place. It worked for a while, until we were going down the highway again. It was raining, like I said, so I had my windshield wipers going. All of a sudden the wiper goes flying off. That sucked, but it was better (I think you had to be there to really enjoy the rest). I couldn't very well leave my wipers off while driving through the rain, so I used them whenever I couldn't see. That meant the wiper less arm was scratching my windshield wiper (you can still see the scratch today). We stop again later, and Matt realizes we can just bend the arm forward. Hey, it worked. I could still use my driver's side wiper, and the other arm wouldn't scratch the windshield wiper. Now, the best part was the arm was shaped in such a way it looked sort of like a hand holding a gun. Whenever my wipers were moving, it looked like a guy caught in my hood waving for help (Scott was adding the little "Help me! Help me!") with a gun in the air. Good times, good times. Pobody's Nerfect
I arrived to school one day before Scott (not too uncommon occurance) so I was waiting in my car for him, like he does for me. I was just listening to my CD when Jessi2 arrived. She came over, and I was thinking she's probably say "Hi" and continue on her way so I just turn the key to the off position, turning off the radio. It ended up being a conversation and then Scott pulled up. I get out of my car, lock the door, and walk in with Jessi2 and Scooter. I had a drug test for summer employment that day at 2:45, so I didn't go to work since it would be stupid to go to work, then come back to De Pere for the drug test. I decide to go to Scott to his study hall. After that, he has to go to class, and I have no one left to hang out with, so I decide to go home until it's time to leave for my drug test. I walk out of school at about 2:15, and I start looking in my pockets for my keys. Yep, you guessed it, I locked them in my car. I go out to my car to double check, and there they are hanging in my ignition. FUCK!!!! (sorry about the language). Thinking I was in shape I decide to go home and get the spare set from my house. I could have hung out the last half hour somewhere since the damn Health Clinic is practically across the street from the high school, then get a ride home from a friend, or at least call a relative to pick me up, but nope, I start walking home. I more or less broke in my house, got my keys, and went to the Health Center. I got there late, but I still got to take it. When I was walking out, people were leaving school so I felt a little embarrassed since everyone knows I drive everywhere. There was even track practice about to start, but I could only find Doug out of everyone. I told him the story and he laughed at me (thanks Doug). I couldn't find Tomac or Little T, though. I should have told Sarah (Hicks, for those who can't read....SCOOTER!!), but I don't think she would have gotten that big of a kick out of it. She probably would have been like, "Do I know you?" Ok, enough rambling, the funny part of the story is over. Enough insulting myself, stop typing, click done, publish the page, and send an e-mail to everyone to check it out. Well....? GONG!!!!
I have a tendency to fall down. No, I'm not a clutz. Hell, I rarely ever trip. When I fall down it's normally for the amusement of others. Too bad they don't realize it, which means they laugh at me, not with me. Anyway, I'm walking down the stairs with some of my friends, and hyper (like always at that point in my life) and took a spill down the stairs. Not wanting to get hurt, I was holding on the rail to keep control. Bad idea. I do not know how, but I swung around as I was falling, and my head hit the rail. My head hurt, but you should have heard it. The rail let out a loud GONG! letting them know that the fall didn't go as planned.
Speaking of my head hitting things, and my friends. Like sophomore year I'm talking to Scooter by his locker, waiting for him to grab something, and I must have been saying something to tick him off (like I'm supposed to remember after what you read). He pushes me, like always, but this time I took a step back becuse of it, and my momentum sent my head into the concrete wall. Fun, fun, silly willy. |
