Broken Hearts and Kneecaps

Well...my computer went to the Helpdesk and what are the odds...it now has to go to Japan and get fixed. This school is going to the dogs. The administration is letting in kids dumber than me and it is really bringing down the value of my education. I mean I'm sitting in class next to drug dealers and meth tweakers but at least its not teen moms. And speaking of teen moms, there is going to be a new season of 16 and Pregnant.

But to the point of this blog, broken hearts and kneecaps. A few days ago, I had a pain go through the left side of my body and it hurt like hell. I think the first thing I said after that was, "well I guess this is where I die". I could only assume that my rock n' roll lifestyle was catching up to me and I was having a heart attack at the age of 21. Because let's face it, the 60's were all about sex, drugs, and rock n' roll. I then thought maybe I had a broken heart because of my jaded view of love and the number of girls who have ripped my heart out and stepped on it*.

*Actual number of girls who have broken my heart: 0.

And now to broken kneecaps. It seems to be a tradition of falling down stairs and breaking kneecaps on the team. KC did it last year and then ran on it for like three days before getting an x-ray that showed a nice lighting bolt separation of his kneecap. Well, I recently fell down a flight of stairs myself and while my beautiful face was saved from disaster, I thought I broke my knee. The first thought that went through my mind was of the Kentucky Derby. You know when one of the horses falls to the ground and they hide it from the crowd with a white sheet and shoot it. Well, I just assumed if the rescue squad came, they would just put me down. But unlike Barbaro, I will be up and running in a few days and be leading from the back of the pack.

Now to the shout-outs. I'm writing this on Age's computer and so shout-outs to Age and Heidi. But this reminds me of Halloween my freshmen year. The season was pretty much over and I wore my Speed Racer Halloween costume to practice that day. The girls got mad at the guys because the girls thought the guys were hazing me (and let's be honest, I was the only freshmen, hazing doesn't describe what they were doing to me. The Jews at Buchenwald had it better than me. That was probably too far). But this little story is to reflect the rift between the guys and the girls team that existed for a few years. But look at it now, our team is as close as we can be. Also a shout-out to Loren, my biggest enemy and a big fan of the blog.