Wednesday, December 2, 2009

My adoring public-

Bongiorno ragazzi e ragazze,
I... am a terrible blogger.
But that's alright, because I never said I would be good at it. I do strive to be consistent in my endeavors, and as of late that has meant neglecting my blog in pursuit of more important things, such as life... and school.
Both of which I have been very active in.
So active in fact, I have sprained my ankle from jumping on a trampoline and am recovering. Of course, the purpose of me jumping on the trampoline was to reach a second story window to a burning apartment and save the baby that was on fire, but I am no hero.
On the plus side, since I am already an established clumsy dunce, I have my own pair of crutches that I've saved from previous accidents so I don't have to rent them.
Down side, crutches don't do favors for your armpits and hands, and I forgot that until yesterday after gimping around campus. Dang those bad boys can hurt, and icy sidewalks are not their friend, neither are stairs.
So recap, crutches are not friends to:
  • your hands
  • your armpits
  • icy sidewalks
  • stairs
  • escalators
  • hills
  • buses
  • cramped spaces
  • leg that isn't crippled
  • overall well-being
  • Zombie defense
  • slugs
But they are great conversation starters, particularly with creepy people on public transit so I guess that makes me a winner.