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oh, i am the klutz queen
5th grade: helping my little cousin pedal around on his tricycle, he was too little to pedal himself so i was standing on the back pushing him around... we hit a bump and i flew over the handlebars, skinning my knee like it has never been skinned before or since... luckily my uncle who is a doctor was there to scrape the gravel out... big scar on that knee
6th grade: I caught a swinging door the wrong way and bruised hte bones in my wrist
8th grade: trying to peel an apple, i took the tip off my little finger with a vegetable peeler... its still a little misshapen
8th grade part II: my entire grade went to a play, when it was over we were all walking down a spiral staircase to leave. I was on the inside of the staircase, in my first pair of high heels and a cute little miniskirt... well, my heel catches on a stair, and i slid the rest of the way down the stairs and tore ligaments in my ankle... it was bad
9th grade: got hit in the head by a field hockey ball during a game and blacked out for a while
12th grade: on a drunken night, slammed my hand into a butcher block kitchen table and broke my middle finger (this finger has been broken twice before, mind you)
college: walking around my room before a frat party, talking on the phone and drinking a diet coke... i trip over a pillow on the floor, fall flat on my face, spray diet coke all over the room, and get the WORST bruise you have ever seen on my foot... almost a year later i still have a mark
this past summer: crossing the street, slip and fall down, land so that i dislocate my thumb leading to two weeks in a cast
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