Bless you blog readers for your comments and your great support of this blog. I want to update you on my last post and on the recent happenings in life.
As you remember I talked about the byu cleaning check and all of it's glory. Well I had no idea if the witch failed me or not. After trying to contact her, leaving her messages and so forth, I was still confused if I had failed or
not. I came home one day to find the shower curtain up and Chase said that the oven looked like it had been cleaned as
well. So I felt a little annoyed, especially since the bathtub looked the same. When the rent came I checked to see if I had additional charges. Guess what? Go on, you can guess. I'll wait.
I didn't get charged!!!!!
Incredible I know. I beat the system. My problem melted away, like the witch does when she gets touched by water. Which
makes me confused on how a witch could clean a tub.
So onto bigger and better things. I wish to talk about something that happened to me recently. It'll help you understand the title of the blog.
Have you ever noticed how I have an attractive nose? I mean, it's perfectly symmetrical. If you could put a sunrise into nose form, that would be my nose. Beautiful. Judge for yourself. Isn't it attractive. I KNOW!!!
So something tragic happened to my nose recently and it really ticks me off. My nose is a central part of my....face. So I need it to have my, what's the word, hotness. Good word choice! Well, it all started last Saturday. I remember it vividly. I had come home from helping my dad and decided to shower. It's important to note that I, like Chase, shower regularly. Anywho, I was invited by my friends, Karen and Jenny
Redford(name drop), to go play ultimate frisbee at the intramural fields. Since we live by it, I felt that I would be lame if I did not go. Also, Karen and Jenny are fun.
Anywho, I went in flip flops not really intending on playing. I have never really been into ultimate frisbee. It seems like the BYU sport of choice, which gives me a lot of opportunities to say no when people ask me to play. Oh, and I'm not that good. Back on track, I invited Levi who also did not intend on playing. It would make it easier to say no. When we got there we found that the grass was wet. So I thought that we would definitely not be playing. Jenny and her sister Catherine arrive, and Karen arrived shortly. I thought we were in the clear, but they were determined. To my horror I was counted off to play in the game. Levi was stuck too, so I found joy in that. I didn't really run a lot, and just stayed clear from the frisbee. I felt ok with that but something starting bothering me. What bothered me was that Levi was on the other team, and he enjoys the occasional trash talk. I was suddenly annoyed and felt like Michael J. Fox in Back to the Future when someone calls him chicken. I decided to start playing with some heart. Bad choice on my part.
Let's look at the problems with the night so far: 1. I'm in flip flops. 2. Wet field. 3. It's dark, which means 4. people can't see each other really well and 5. I'm more determined to catch the frisbee and help win. So add these into a cooky equation and see what comes out. Well the answer is this:
I went for the frisbee and ran my nose into the shoulder of a 120 lb. girl. I started to bleed everywhere. I didn't think that I broke it until I saw it in the mirror. Levi drove me to the ER where I waited for three hours to meet a doctor. The doctor entered the room asking me if I had broken my nose before. Keep in mind that I still didn't think I had broken my nose. So I said yes, and asked if I had broken it. He laughed and said that it was shattered. Noses were not meant to be broken! They were meant to smell and give eskimo kisses(most brilliant thing you have done for us eskimos)!
The point is, I suck at ultimate frisbee. I play it to the extreme though! We still lost though. I lost by a nose.