Call me Grace

so i wrote my last blog thinking that things were all fine and dandy...which they still pretty much are...

but i was cool, and i 6:00 in the morning on saturday (as i was rushing around to go take my ACT) i fell down my stairs. allll the way down my stairs. in my defense, it was really dark, and i was in a hurry. anyways...i'm falling, and i can't stop myself, and i end up in a heap on the floor. and my leg hurt so much i couldn't hardly breathe.

then my brother proceded to rush down the stairs, seeing as how my extremely graceful tumble woke him up, and he was screaming something like "omigod what happened? omigod sarah are you ok? get up sarah! oh no wait, did you hurt yourself? omigod!"

yes tom...of course i hurt myself. i fell all the way down the -effing stairs. and it was a LOUD little fall if you know what i'm saying. so yeah...i hurt myself. dummy.

then my mom comes in. and is all "did you break something? is anything broken?" yeah, becuz i'm a liscensed surgeon. if i thought something was broken mom, i'd let you know. otherwise, i thought i'd just writhe in pain on the floor for awhile.

so i laid there. holding my thigh, becuz at that point, it was all tingly and hurt like a bitch, and i was trying to just breathe.

then my dad gets out of the shower, walks in the room all ready to go to the school, looks down at me, and goes "what's going on here? i heard something in the shower..."

yeah. that was me. falling. haha.

now, i have a huge ass bruise on my upper thigh hip area. and it keeps getting bigger, and is swollen, and my dad is worried that it might get infected or something hideous like that.

i of course had to dance yesterday after that happened too. we got a platinum on our first dance, and got 1st overall though. so i guess the pain is worth it. oh well.