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.

 

Ow.