I was like 14. Super super hyper. And at some sporting event. You know the regular Grade 9 Montreal Trip - my Niece took it this year and it's exactly the same. Bio-dome, Old Montreal, Expo's Game (I don't even know if that's connected... or even a team... or what sporting event was happening... I'm throwing out random words). I think I had thunder sticks with me at the time. Anyways, I was suddenly overcome with jealousy. I ridiculously wanted to put a foam finger on. Another student had one. I, being of the Lisa fashion, determined to have it. I annoyed to no avail. Eventually, this resulted in a playful fight, also of the Lisa variety. It ended badly. The foam finger was dropped. In the middle of a hall. How it landed there I know not. Either way, it was exactly in the middle of me and the other student. We both ran for it. We both collided. I almost broke my nose. I was gushing blood, and I'm not a medically inclined person, I panic when I see that stuff. Anyways, a teacher grabbed me and painfully stopped it. Ouch. But my nose still has an indentation. My family members tell me that it's a family trait. I say to them: not so! I have pictures to prove it. All that to say that I'm pretty crazy and I find that funny.
P.S. I no longer like foam fingers.
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