I went to my dad's blog today, and I thought that it was cool that I could know what was going on in his life. Then I decided that I should probably start blogging again, because I know you guys missed me.
Last week, on Monday, I fell off my skateboard and knocked out a couple of teeth. I'm totally joking. But I did bust my knee, and I had to get stitches.
I told Bernie that the first thing I thought when I hit the ground was, "I hope I can still skate tomorrow." Apparently I couldn't, because I was in the hospital from 8:35 till 10:46 getting stitches.
I also wasn't able to run or play flag football in PE. It sucked.
Two days later I told myself, "Whatever. I'm going to run today, and I will play too." I was the only one on the blue team that was even trying, and I couldn't even bend my knee all the way.
I am still not supposed to, but I thought that it was probably healed enough so that I could skate yesterday. It was, because I skated for 3 hours with my friend and there was no damage to my knee. We later went to Pepe's, a local taco shop.
I saw some of Tor's friends that I had met before there. I said hi to one of them, Noodles, and she just said, "Why does that kid look so familiar?"
I had to explain that she was the one who taught me how to do ballet. That helped her remember me. How embarrassing.
After she remembered me, she gave me a hug. The other friend, who we will just refer to as "Funny Guy", said "Don't give her a hug, she didn't even remember you dawg."
After we skated with them for a second, we went inside to get some food.
After we ate, we started skating home, and I hit a crack in the sidewalk and I fell off my board and hit my knee. The one with the stitches in it. You know, the one I wasn't supposed to be skating on?
Oh yeah that one.
I called Madre, and she drove me the rest of the eight streets home (I know, I'm a pansy.)
When we got home I put Hydrogen Peroxide on it, and turned on a light to look at it. Apparently I had ripped out one of the stitches. Ouch.
I put a Band-Aid on it and went to bed.
It still stings.
So yeah. That's been my life the past week, sparing some details and small unimportant experiences.
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6 comments:
I'm glad you are blogging again.
when they have to amputate your knee then maybe you will listen.
dang kid!
Serves you right for skating when you shouldn't have been. And I would agree with the guy who said not to hug the girl who didn't remember you. Unless she was hott. Always hug a hott girl given the opportunity. Even if she doesn't remember you.
One word...superglue
Bud--I am glad you put a new post on here--you are glad to see what your dad is doing---I am glad to see what you are doing. It is one way to stay in touch.
Ya, I fell of me skateboard once! ME son told me a 49 year old women should not be doing backflips off skate ramps but what does he know. I had a whale of a time till I landed on me faace and cracked out 4 teeth!!!!
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