As for anymore who's been in writing for the past day or so, you've most likely noticed my face,
or rather what's been on my face since friday.
No, I didn't get into a fight,
No, I am not on the rugby team,
And NO, I have absolutely no idea how I ended up with a black eye from getting my wisdom teeth removed.
Yet this sparked a debate among my friends of how I would actually react in a fight, which by the end caused me a great deal of pain from my attempts at laughing.
Most people were too timid to even ask me in person, (yet by the end of the day I had gotten a ton of texts asking) which I have to admit was hilarious. People were judging me wayyyyyy more than being concerned.
Anyways, most of those who knew me decently, believed I was in rugby, while those who knew me much better believed I had gotten into a fight, and lost. (I have to say, I was a little insulted.) They said that I was just too timid and cautious to ever even get into any sort of a fight, and couldn't see me winning one at all.
Yet those who knew me very well, (who I didn't tell, or who I asked about it later) fell over laughing at this, and told me that it didn't matter what condition I was in, who the hell I was fighting, or if I was fighting on Mars; I might lose, but only at the cost of myself (and hopefully the other person) lying in the hospital incapacitated.
Or as Lindsey put it "you'd march straight up to them beaten and bruised, and demand a re-fight".
That defiantly made me laugh and wonder about what people thought of my character, if I seem quiet and shy or loud and obnoxious. I know I'd have too much pride to go anywhere if I got beaten up, and I'd like to think I'd land in a hit or two.
Canucks tickets; $200
New guitar; $1000,
Looks from grade 8s while walking around with a black eye and bruised jaw?;
Priceless.
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