So, I seriously sprained my toe.
I don’t think it’s anything more severe, but holy shit, why do I keep hurting myself? Right now, my toe looks like a plumb. It’s almost as wide as it is long, and it’s purple as hell.
This is my big toe on my left foot. Here’s what happened:
Chaine split-leaps (pronounced SHAH-nay) across the floor. I was moving at a pretty good clip, and then realized I was too close to the wall. I pulled my leg down quickly to try to stop, and jammed my toe into the floor. I heard it pop, and immediately, I couldn’t put any weight on it.
Does this sound familiar?
I’m very proud of myself, though. I didn’t cry, and I didn’t bitch. I just stopped putting weight on it, danced like shit, and then told Raena later on that I might have to just mark the dances for a few weeks. She told me I’m a klutz, but also said that most of the best dancers are klutzes. Good? Bad? I don’t know. Whatever.
I have also decided to write about myself in here in order to prevent myself from needing to talk about me all the time. I feel like when I’m chatting with people, I always have to bring something up that they probably don’t care about. No, I don’t HAVE to show them the big sore on my back. No I don’t HAVE to say, “Guess what I did yesterday?” I’m going to work pro-actively at being a better listener, a better conversationalist, and much less of a me person.
This pertains to the internet, as well as real life. I will probably begin using my Xanga to get all the things off of my chest that I want to tell people, and then stop telling EVERYONE.