[[How to Break Yourself With Ease and Sheer Stupidity]] When Ankles Fly -- Part One: The Descend

Here it is. 

The much awaited (well, rather much postponed/avoided) explanation of the broken ankle/foot incident. 

I’m not sure if I avoided telling it because I am discouraged that I am still not walking, or if its because I am embarrassed about the way it all went down.

My dad is definitely embarrassed about how I broke it, (something he is definitely NOT embarrassed to admit, as comical and backwards as that is!) haha he refuses to tell it the way it happened when people ask him what happened to his daughter because “...its such a stupid story..” Great... thanks dad, if only I knew, I could have broken it in a much better, more entertaining way. Perhaps give it a plot, and characters, villains, plot twists, flashbacks and... Okay, I do go too far. lol I AM an english major... but. ANYWAYS  :/)

Here is how the story begins. (Its long, so go to the bathroom now, --I’ll wait.)

So. 

Once Upon a Time, Long Long Ago, well actually on Friday March 4th I went out shopping with some friends. I thought I had deserved it having finished (and started the night before ! ) 2 major essays AND studied for a sociology mid term exam (which I am proud to say I rocked) that were due the next day.

So, on my reward shopping day, finishing writing my exam and being free from obligations, I had for the first time I had bought a bunch of lacy underthings from Victorias Secret (For Obvious, Though, as Proven Later, Apparently Stupid Stupid Reasons --This is a Whole Other Story, which I PROMISE I shall divulge upon later. Because it has a great moral to it, its a learning experience, bla bla bla and all that other good stuff that people want to believe when crappy things happen to them.)

We got back late and I was with some friends in our dorm. Another girl who lived in our house took my keys, it was cute at first but after 25 - 30 minutes I wanted them back because I wanted to check out a band that was playing on campus. 

So. Still not getting through to her that I needed them...

She ran with them, and I ran after her.

She jumped down the stairs, I jumped down the stairs. 

She kept running, I broke my ankle. :/

NOT FUN. 

Clearly, My Ankle Thought it Could Fly... haha no. not so much :|

Birds? Yes. 

Pigs? Hmmm.... 

Ankles? No Way. 

Stay Tuned for:

When Ankles Fly -- Part Two: The Landing