Don’t Give Me Any Ideas October 5, 2004
Posted by Jax in : General , trackbackYou know it’s funny how I will do almost anything someone tells me to do, or not to do for that matter. One such example was this past Saturday. While crutching out of Stoll Hall one of my friends said something to the effect of, “You’re not going to slide down that rail are you?” Light bulb goes off in my head and I hop on the rail. I didn’t even really give myself time to think and everyone still hasn’t quite got used to my spontanaity. If I was at home Kristi, my girlfriend, or my mom would have said NO! before Tyler could even finish his sentence. This is not the case here. They’re still learning. Anyway, here I am zipping down the rail suddenly realizing that I have no way to stop. Normally when you slide down a rail you hop off and kind of walk it off but I couldn’t do that due to my still swollen foot. (If it was covered in hair it would look sort of like a hobbit foot.) Not knowing what to do I went along for the ride. At the end of the rail there is a little post that sticks about 2 inches higher. In an amazing feat of grace I slammed into that thing causing me to flip over and fall to the ground without my ankle ever touching. In the process I scraped up my leg and knee pretty bad. I also hit my head against the pavement but that didn’t really hurt because whenever I get bored I start hitting my head against the nearest hard object. The reaction from everyone when I fell was truly worth it. All these girls were gathered around when I did it and they let out an impressive gasp. They came running over to see if I was dead and I quickly hopped up. This guy walking by said, “Dude, you should be a skate boarder.” In my mind I thougth “Dude, I want to live,” but I suppose my actions said otherwise.
Being the bright person I am I told my mom and girlfriend about this and both of them chewed me out, which is probably a good thing but I don’t know if it will stop me from being stupid in the future. Now my “babysitter,” people from the cross-country team which is composed of 1 guy and 5 girls, are keeping a very close eye on me and I am not allowed to do anything on my own. No, they don’t follow me into the bathroom. That’s where I go to avoid watching chick flicks with them.
So the moral of the story: Don’t give me any ideas. Who knows what I might do.
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hehe perhaps I should tell my stone trashcan story, it’d make a nice complement to this one.
Jax u r such a dork….but that story is so well, U….lol