I shall start from the beginning.
Papier-mâché, known to us who don't know French as Paper mache, it sticky. And it dries fast. And if you're me, it get's EVERYWHERE; Don't ask me how it got in my ears, I don't know. My little sister (who isn't so little anymore, she's 12 and as tall as I am) had a project for school on Egypt. It was rad, she had to make a pyramid, a sarcophagus, and a mummy made from fruit (among other things). The sarcophagus took forever though, and we all took turns adding layers of glue and water soaked newspaper to it. My turns were dark, dark times. * scarred for life *
A few weeks ago (almost 7 weeks now) at practice, I busted my ankle pretty good. I was in net (keepers FTW), and as I was backing up my foot got stuck in the gravel. Tripping followed, but not before a lengthy conversation ensued in my head:
"If you keep stumbling backward fast enough, you'll regain your footing! Go you!"
"Um, no, you probably wont. You should just fall now and get it over with."
"No! Shut up you!!! She can do this. She. Is. Woman."
"The possibility of her regaining her footing and maintaining her dignity is unlikely, just fall!"
"The both of you can shut it!" Then, speaking directly to me - "JUST FALL, STUPID."
That's how it always is. The three voices start on me, one optimistic, one realistic, and the other one which sounds suspiciously like my mom, whom the other voices and I ultimately all listen to. (I'm not crazy, I promise, and they've never told me to do something incriminating or just plain loony. Yet. :-D )
So anyhow, once voice 3 stepped in and told me what to do, I fell on my left side (ouch), but my right foot got caught under it's own leg (the right one) on the way down. It hurt. It made a REALLY loud 'pop!' sound, and everyone started looking at me like I had just sprouted antlers. I felt grand, so I finished practice with some mild stiffness, and even played 2 more games after that week. A month later we go to the doc as it wasn't really healing, and he's like, 'Um, yeah, You severed a ligament." (the anterior talofibular ligament, for those who care :-P ) So one session of physiotherapy, one MRI, and one intense brace later, it's still in roughly the same condition. Blegh. (Yes, I've had an MRI already! People wait YEARS for one, and I got one in two weeks. W00T for cancellations.) I'm allowed to play the last game of the season tomorrow though, that's all I care about. We're playing our arch enemy too, it's going to be such a blood bath! Harsh words were exchanged last time, and there are too many dirty tricks and shoves traded each game to count.
I can't wait.
My photography has been tugging at me lately. I need some free time so that I can run barefoot into the woods behind my house and shoot to my heart's delight. I don't need good weather, a lot of my ideas involve getting soaked and muddy in streams, rainstorms, and sketchy puddles. I need to spend more time on Photoshop too. And I need to convince my Internet-wary mother to let my get Flickr. And I need to buy my dream Nikon before the need gnaws at me to death!!
If you've read all this without skipping some, here's a prize (3, really. They're all great.) - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f4_hOjbgjW0
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ta4BizhGx8g
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aNzCDt2eidg&ob=av2e
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