All of her friends and bystanders too, laughed at the fallen Aimee, wouldn't you?
The past few days have been very interesting, lazy and painful... Starting with Sunday. I woke up at 9 to get ready for church... which isnt a big deal or anything, I just HATE waking up for things and knowing I have a long day ahead of me before I can go to sleep again. After church I went to work, where Mr. Crawfords entire family of 10 siblings, 50 children and 1000 grandchildren (Im exaggerating) decided to go to the pool and break all the rules because they know that in a battle of 1 million crawfords vs. 1 single Aimee they would win. After they destroyed my soul I went home and changed and was off to the movies. Liz had planned a movie night to see The Village. Everyone except for me and Beth is saying that it was really bad. I think thats because, I went into the movie theatre expecting something so bad that it would make my eyes bleed... and so the movie couldnt have possibly been worse than I expected. It wasnt scary... it reminded me of something we would learn about in anthro. anyway. I got home and finished watching Mystic River with my mother and sister. It wasnt very exciting considering I had already seen it. Poor Dave :( Then we watched freaky friday (Twas alright, Wish Upon a Star was MUCH better). Oh yes, sometime on Sunday, I believe, Beth made the cutest doll of Aimee Malfoy. It was AWESOME! Monday consisted of me watching the movie Confessions of a Teenage Drama Queen. (Story was really stupid... but there were a few good one liners.) I ended the night off with a bang... me falling down the stairs... when I say falling down the stairs I mean top step to bottom step. The sound of my body parts hitting off the walls and me screaming "FUCK" must have woken everyone up... considering they all came running to see what had happened. I now have a big bruise under my arm which hurts no matter how easily you touch it... not that I mind or anything... I like having battle scars. Today, because my mother and sister have gone movie watching CRAZY, we watched Secret Window. (ahh... very very boring beginning... not scary... had an ending that like 4 other movies have, so I was not shocked...) Then, after a rousing game a teasing Matt Davis about what our names are and picking Beth up from work, we headed to the cow. For one reason or another I began to run from the benches out into the parking lot. All the sudden I find myself stumbling over my shoes and landing on the ground. This must have been amusing, cause along with my friends and bystanders, I was also laughing... there was also a poem written about it... (see title for part) It all seems foggy after that... I was too busy being embarrassed to remember what anyone said or did... all I remember is Kris trying to pick me up and hitting my bruise from falling on the stairs and wanting to sprint for the car. I remember someone hugging me too... but I dont remember who... all I know was I wanted to get out of there. I scraped my hands and knees pretty good. When I got home I found that one of my knees had been bleeding a little, nothing big though. So whatever I left unbruised after falling down the stairs is now either bruised or scraped off. LMAO, like I said before, I like battle wounds so its okay... I dont mind the being hurt part... it was just embarrassing. Beth made me feel better though by making me this LOVELY icon. Anyway, Im out for now... my head is beginning to hurt... good thing I read HPCS earlier :)