*sigh* When I backflip, I tuck, flip, and untuck, and land on my feet. Until today, I'd only not made it once. And I landed crouched and fell forward somehow on my hands. But who cares about that.
Today, after 17 years of a sheltered, low-risk life, I finally got sent to the ER because I was reckless. And, for the first time ever, I got stitches today.
I was in the gymnasium at school. And I did a roundoff. And a back flip. Followed by a faceplant. Instead of flipping all the way before i untucked... I... untucked when I was parallel with the floor and fell straight down.
Here are the results.
The Inside
The Stitches (seven of them...)
The Me
So, there it is. I am pretty badass. And by badass, I mean "a fucking moron."
I have All-State Choir auditions, a musical theatre clinic, and I have to direct a choir, and I have dance... gah. It's all soo much harder with the busted lip. And my knees aren't too hot either. And it sucks. GAH.
Have a nice day everyone! Haha I'm actually kinda excited about finally having SOME sort of injury beyond a scrape on my knee to talk about. Woohoo!
Sorry for the no-no language. I feel strongly about my idiocy.