Clumsy child
Well, clumsy person full stop, that's me!

A couple that stand out from when I was younger. The first being when I was out riding my bike. I went down the hill behind our house and at the bottom were some steps straight ahead, or you could turn right and go around the side of the houses and back round to the front. When I got to the bottom, for some reason I decided (read: my brain decided without telling me) aganst turning right and I flew down over the steps into a rough gravel car port on my face. Yum.

Another was when doing my textiles homework one weekend. I used to put the needles in the carpet in my room cos I didn't have a fancy pin cushion. One of the needles was a lot thicker than the usual as it was used for threading wool. As a result, the eye-end was very thick. I was sitting on the floor and went to lean back on my hand. My hand wouldn't go down to the floor and I didn't realise why, so I just pressed my hand down further. I didn't feel any pain but I did hear a 'pop' where the fat end of the fat needle went into the palm of my hand. I stumbled down the stairs to my dad and just feebly held out my hand containing said needle before promptly passing out.

Another one I remember is playing frisbee outside with a friend and my little sister, who's nose would bleed if you so much a looked at it the wrong way. (You can see where this is going). After a few minutes of niceties, I threw the frisbee her way and I could just see it heading straight for her face. Now, being the lovely big sister I was (haha) I shouted "duck!" but the little dimwit just stood there as the frisbee hit her square on the nose and turned her pretty white socks a lovely shade of scarlet.

Oh, and a few months ago I was so drunk I was horrendously sick and was still throwing up the next day. I threw up so much I must've torn something because by the morning I was vomiting blood. Nice.
( El Lazarus is calm now, Ish,, Thu 7 Aug 2008, 19:44, Reply)