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| Hey hey hey, Xanga folk. Today we have another installment of The Tuesday from Hell, wherein Timmy spends all day in class and has little to no fun for the duration of the 24-hour period. That having been said, fuck all of you for not helping make Tuesdays suck less, yes you deserve to die, and I hope you burn in hell. That is all.
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| Well, yesterday was an incredibly interesting day. It began during our first game of the day against Clemson: I laid out for a disc, and apparently I landed on my head in such a way that I came ~2 degrees of rotation away from breaking my neck. That may have just been the paramedics trying to scare me. I was knocked out for a few minutes, woke up being carried off the field, and was taken to the ER. We took a CT Scan of my neck and head, both of which came back negative thank God. No broken bones, just a shitload of torn muscles and ligaments and all sorts of jazz. My neck is about as thick as Brian Urlacher's, I look like a huge badass except for the fact that it hurts to turn my head even a little bit. Every doctor/medical person I talked to said I was lucky as hell, and that I dodged a major, major bullet.
I'm torn between laughing about not having any permanent damage done and sitting there rocking back and forth in a dark room about "holy shit I almost fucking killed myself."
I think I'll go with the laugh it off and keep layin' out till I get that D.
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| Math test today: pwnt.
German test today: is probably going to wtfbbqpwn me.
Iceland essay due at 10 AM tomorrow: 3 pages of bbqpwnage left
Frisbee practice tonight: There's still snow on the ground, I'm just a skinny white kid and don't have enough meat on my bones to survive being pwnt by this one. Who came up with a 9-11PM practice anyway? Weaksauce.
WEAKSAUCE I SAY.
My fridge has developed a closing disorder, apparently the magnet got messed up so now you have to slam it 5 times to get it to close. No more, no less. 5 times. Weird, eh?
We masking taped my friend's entire dorm the other day. Her roommate, who has the sense of humor equivalent to Joseph Stalin's, was not pleased. That having been said, she's never pleased about anything, so we ignored that and proceeded to gift wrap their floor with leftover Christmas wrapping paper. The pictures are glorious, but the reaction shots are truly worth a thousand words. Or a thousand dollars, whatever pictures are worth.
Not really sure what else to say. Charleston this coming weekend, so CofC kids you better watch out. Emory Juice, 100%.
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| How ironic. I said Tuscaloosa was going to be "sick," and I come home with the flu. Me = sacrifice to the norse irony gods | | |
| Tuscaloosa this weekend. It's going to be, for lack of a better word, sick. | | |
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