So recently, I've been hanging out with my friend Peter Martin...He lives off campus and whatnot and I think it's pretty rad...SO! One day I had just arrived there and I, stupidly, forgot something in my car...I had my backpack on and it was really heavy and included a LOT of books and my laptop, of all things....So I jump off the cliff think in his driveway and clear that...I'm totally fine with it...grab what I need and then thought " I could totally clear this again"...Ran, jumped...and fell into the grass....you know, broke my fall and also hurt my knee. So that's one theory of how my arm got fucked up.
Second theory: I was at the same friends house and we were on our way back to my dorm...He was dropping me off. Soooo I had been trying to be careful since the first incident....yeahhhhI definitely didn't see ice on the ground...jumped down, slipped....Tried to break my fall...got hurt, y'know...that whole thing...Ouch..
Third theory: Peter and I have been wrestling like WHOA lately...and he always puts my arm in weird positions...Could this be the case? I dunno!
So it's been quite interesting.. Then last night happened... heh
I went to the Palace diner( for old times sake)....It actually wasn't as bad as I had imagined...Ed and I were at different ends of the table...I actually said hello to him because I thought it was the night thing to do....We just all caught up and talked about old times...It was very nice...I needed it....I hadn't seem some of them in months...So...yeah.
Anyway...My arm is killing me so I need to stop this rant...
Ouch and things,
Beautiful Absurdities
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