The One Where I Wrecked Myself

I'd like to assume that most college kids tend to sometimes do stupid things when they are drunk, and I am not an exception.  That said, let me tell you a little story.

A few of us decided to drink some sweet tea vodka's (it's like the next great thing around here) and mind erasers (new to me and I was impressed) and go swimming at Christina and Lindsey's pool.  I feel like the rest of this story can pretty much get figured out by anyone who has ever combined the two, because more often than not somebody ends up getting hurt, and of course this occurrence is again no exception, in fact it was practically foretold moments before it happened.  Let me give you the run down.

I just finished my first vodka drink (therefore I guess this isn't a full DRUNK story, but there was still alcohol involved) and decided to jump in the pool.  Right before I got in Lindsey decided to ask me if I would be upset if she decided to throw up on me, obviously I said yes.  I also decided to follow it up with something like "You better be able to lift me out of the water after I jump in to wash off the vomit and end up hitting my head because I did it so fast." Now that wasn't the exact statement, but you get the idea.

Luckily no vomit was emitted and I made a safe first entry into the pool.  I climbed out and felt the need to do some kind of weird twirl flip into the pool the second time, this would end up being the last time that I got into the pool for the night.

The jump maneuver seemed to go well and I entered the water mid spin.  I'm not a fan of chlorine in my eyes, along with whatever else they put in community pools, so I kept my eyes closed as I swam for the edge of the pool.  This turned out to be a bad decision.  The flip disoriented my sense of direction under the water more than I thought and as I swam for what I thought was the far edge of the pool I was suddenly and abruptly stopped by a MUCH nearer edge of the pool.  With my eyes closed and my hands not in front of me for some reason I went full force face first into the wall.  

It's funny though it didn't really hurt it was just more of a shock.  I came up to the surface and with a laugh quickly exclaimed that I had just mashed my face against the wall and when the girls looked over at me after I said it there faces quickly turned worried and the looks were followed by the exclamation that I had blood pouring out of the top of my nose. Awesome!  

Anyways the ice that was keeping our drinks cold turned out to be even more useful in stopping the bleeding and lessening the swelling of my nose impact point as well as the two points on my head that were also damaged in the idiocy.  The girls helped a lot I gotta give them credit and Christina even put a band aid on me that could have swallowed my face whole, but it worked for a quick and temporary fix.  Of course I also decided to follow it up by chugging a few more mind erasers, it's a college student's morphine and it worked out well.

All in all I still got drunk but now I just have to deal with the nasty looking wounds on my face as they scab and hopefully they disappear in a quick and timely fashion.  I'll get a pic up here soon because lord knows there were plenty taken.  

Oh well, just another day in the life! New motto "No Bitchassness!" (Thanks Christina, you always keep me on my toes :).)  I hope to keep that going forever!  Anyways I'm off to another day of wonder and excitement.  I shall return.

UPDATED: I posted a self portrait of last nights ridonculousness on the top of the page, and don't fear that white substance on one of the wounds is just neosporin, not scar tissue.

-Geoffrey