more like "simply broke"
So I'm going to take time off from blabbing about my college woes to tell a funny tale called "Maggie is Stupid, Here is Why:"
My youngest sister Maya turned 10 last month, and since we were moving we couldn't throw her a big shebang, or even give her lots of gifts. So we decided that while she was gone on spring break with her dad, we would redecorate her room.
It took us about four days and it looks *fabulous* (i'm going to attach pictures of it to this entry later today)... but one of the devices that we nailed to the ceiling is coming out because we didn't nail it into a stud. So I took off my socks and stood on a skinny-ass stool in an attempt to push pin more of the device into the ceiling. And I promptly fell. Flat on my face. I literally looked like one of those dead people lying on the ground that the police draw chalk around. Of course, at the time the only thing going through my head was "MOTherUFKCINGJKDSJFKjeifjei" and the fact that I heard a crack.
So I may have slightly fractured my elbow or wrist or SOMETHING on my left arm. The other night it hurt so bad I forced myself to take a pain pill that I had left over from my back incident and then threw up like three different times. I'm so not the brightest crayon in the box.
But the fact that I am typing this now and it only hurts like a bitch and not like a mother fucking bitch... well, it's a step up from what it was yesterday and the day before. But I'm getting it X-rayed today anyway.
bah.
My youngest sister Maya turned 10 last month, and since we were moving we couldn't throw her a big shebang, or even give her lots of gifts. So we decided that while she was gone on spring break with her dad, we would redecorate her room.
It took us about four days and it looks *fabulous* (i'm going to attach pictures of it to this entry later today)... but one of the devices that we nailed to the ceiling is coming out because we didn't nail it into a stud. So I took off my socks and stood on a skinny-ass stool in an attempt to push pin more of the device into the ceiling. And I promptly fell. Flat on my face. I literally looked like one of those dead people lying on the ground that the police draw chalk around. Of course, at the time the only thing going through my head was "MOTherUFKCINGJKDSJFKjeifjei" and the fact that I heard a crack.
So I may have slightly fractured my elbow or wrist or SOMETHING on my left arm. The other night it hurt so bad I forced myself to take a pain pill that I had left over from my back incident and then threw up like three different times. I'm so not the brightest crayon in the box.
But the fact that I am typing this now and it only hurts like a bitch and not like a mother fucking bitch... well, it's a step up from what it was yesterday and the day before. But I'm getting it X-rayed today anyway.
bah.