Something Out of a Horror Movie...

...or it's just my finger. I wanted to post something so that people could see my stitches. This image came from me putting my hand on the scanner in my house, so it's not necessarily the clearest thing known to mankind. I will try and find someone with a digital camera so you can see my face too(not that there's anything wrong with it, just so you can see its more, or so I can make a goofy face), but well, that hasn't happened yet.

I know everyone wants to hear the whole story, but honestly that would take a while, and it kind of hurts to type, so you'll have to go on the plain facts for now (or call me if you want the details):
1. The accident occurred around 5pm, Monday, September 26 while I was cooking dinner.
2. I was splitting apart frozen pork with a butter knife.
3. The butter knife slipped and hit my finger.
4. As of this moment, there isn't much feeling on the left side of my finger above the cut.
5. The four stitches come out Thursday, October 6, one week from today.

Anyway, I think that's enough for now. Like I said, call me if you want the details. If you deserve to get the details, you already have my phone number.

Bruises

There are a lot of things I miss about playing soccer. The feel of the grass beneath my cleats, the rush I get when I make a good save, the tingle of my fingers in my gloves when the ball smacks them and doesn't bounce off, the soreness in my muscles after a hard practice, the camaraderie with my teammates. But what I miss the most are the bruises, picking myself up off the ground after colliding with someone and saying, "man, that's going to bruise!" Or waking up the next morning with an aching little spot of black and blue wondering where did that come from? but knowing that I earned it. Bruises are a badge of courage, screaming "Look what I did, I earned this! This is where some girl slid into me and I still got the ball! This is where I took a kick!"

I got a bruise yesterday. It wasn't from playing soccer. I hit my knee on the edge of the grocery bag turnstyle at Walmart. This bruise is a badge that says, "look at me, I'm a klutz!"

An 18" Man Does NOT Fit On a 16" Piece of Vellum

So it's been a while since I posted on this thing, at least since I posted anything of serious value. Well, I don't know that today will be of "serious value" but well, I'll try, mkay? My life has started to slide into a routine. Now that I'm twenty, I feel older, more responsible, and better able to get up at 8 o'clock when I must. Actually, no, that's a lie. Now that I'm twenty, I feel more disoriented, crazy scared about my future, and ready to attack my alarm clock if it tells me to get my butt out of bed one more time. I think the only responsible thing I've done in the last week was deposit my financial aid check (hurray for financial aid), and buy toilet paper when we (everyone in the house) found that our stockpile was completely depleted.

I'd have to say that my favorite class is Drafting by far, except when I. gives us an assignment which is actually impossible on the vellum we were given (hence the title of today's post). Anyway, I'm sure I'll figure something out, I have that kind of mind. Oh, and I would like to go on record and say that I absolutely love the parallel bar and the adjustable triangle, not that most people know what those are, but believe me, they're amazing. There's just something about drafting that makes sense in my brain. There's a need for meticulous attention, as well as a sense of artistry. Oh, and I get to hang a t-square on my wall, one of those items that makes me look smarter, and carry around a large plastic tube containing vellum one day a week.

Well, I don't really have anything else to say. This has definitely been one of those posts that I write just so I can look at something else on my home page when I pop open Mozilla Firefox.

Oooo, Pwetty Fwower

In the words of MadTV's Stuart, "Look what I can do!" Okay, it's really not that impressive, it's just a circle with arcs inscribed and a lot of pencil lead, but I'm proud of it, and I think it's pretty, so don't burst my bubble people.