bruise count
My digital camera is gathering dust, literally. I just thought about that after I realized I can post pictures of my own life on here instead of relying on google.Some pictures I could post:
1. My snowboard: first time taking it down yesterday, I realized it was way too fast for me to handle. Baby's out of my league, unfortunately. So we took it slow for a while, got used to the feeling, then took a few turns that sent me flying onto my face. The board's excellent though: responsive and only takes me a second to get back onto my feet. Did I mention it's also gorgeous?
2. Second-day bruises (minus one): I think I'll spare everyone having to look at the bruises on my ass, even though that's the place I fall on most of the time. There's also this weird bruise behind my leg (note: I had to look up the name of this area because I thought there was a special name for the part of your leg between your knee and your ankle, but Wikipedia just says "leg") that I have no idea how I got. I seriously found it as I was putting on my jeans, and it was all scary and black. But not as scary as gangrene, which is caused by phosopholipases (ooooo, what now?! ha!).
*Which reminds me...I finished my 3 hour Bio exam in approximately 1 hour because I gave up. Seriously. There were like 3 pages that I didn't know how to do. So instead of sitting there pretending I had the answers, I just picked my ass off the seat and went home to sleep. As for my Psych final, the professor accidentally gave us the answer to like 60 questions, no lie. If I'm lucky, he'll give us the points for them anyway.
3. My high school: see, I don't think many of my friends now can quite grasp the concept of exactly how ghetto PHS was. Really, I'm sure the picture will contain a few elements--a.)guy in a doo rag/comb in afro, b.)geese poop lining the entire sidewalk, c.)nerdy kids huddling in fear, d.) "Happy Abortion" balloons.
4. Me: shit-faced, shakin my money-maker, taking shots of e-clear while participating in a wet t-shirt contest, holding onto two girls who I think are my friends, smiling with eyes closed, all while reciting K-fed's "Popozao"...po...po...po...POPOZAO!
posted by Tiffany @ 12:35 AM
1 Comments:
I've seen a, b, and c in your high school before. Except for the "Happy Abortions" balloons, that's something new.
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