top ten reasons why i miss my cast.

1. coolest.color.ever.

2. it turned my arm into a cannon for volleyball.

3. it's florescent glow made hitch-hiking ee-zee pee-zee.

4. it made being a beater in quidditch that much better.

5. my childhood dream of having everyone want to sign my cast was realized. 

6. i was able to say "oh, i got this after falling into a pit of foam."

7. it was the best bottle rocket launcher ever.

{i covered my face for your own good. trust me, it's sheer beauty would have turned you to stone}

8. my mom called me and said "brissa, we were in provo and drove past your complex, be careful playing volleyball with your cast!" 

yes, people could see me from miles away. it was wonderful. 

and no, my parents didn't stop to visit.

 i guess they just didn't love me enough. 

9. my doctor put me on vollyball probation for ten days 

due to excessive playing and a necessary recast.

and the best reason ever.

10. i got the coolest tan line known to man. 

{please excuse the crappy quality. they're screen clippings from a video i wish wasn't on facebook so i could load it up}. 

i'm sorry, i can't lie to my mother.

noooo mami,  i did not go hitch-hiking.

please don't freak out.

everything else is fact.  

no beef for you.

i think i broke my two little toes yesterday.

you know, 

the piggies that didn't get roast beef

and went wee wee wee all the way home?

yeah, those ones.

on the upside, 

their current state of pain 

helped me justify wearing my moccasins to work today.

in other news, 

the bananas and clementines i bought earlier this week

have proven to be delicious.

it's been so long since i've had a good clementine.

like december/january long.

i don't know how i've survived.

attn: organs

dear stomach,
i'm sorry.  please forgive me for taking a shower and curling my hair instead of feeding you today.  i thought i was going to have enough time but i was wrong. so wrong.  please stop yelling at me.  it makes me feel bad.  i didn't neglect you on purpose, it just sorta...happened.

dear brain,
seems like you and mr. stomach are in cahoots.  why would you do that?  why would you listen to his griping and join his side?  you know i'm going to make him stop crying soon.  you know i'm planning on feeding him  something later, so whhhy do you have to start acting sluggish and worthless now?  

 dear tailbone,
how the freak are you bruised?  i don't like how you {also} decided to fail.  you've been acting up for about a month now without being provoked.  i know i'm supposed to love you all the same, but right now i hate you.

dear ears,
please forgive me for leaving my headphones home on one of the longest work days of the week.  i didn't mean to.  i kicked myself for forgetting them {maybe that's why mr. tailbone is being troublesome}.  i pinky promise that as soon as we get in the car we'll listen to some sick beats.

oh hey.

no.

i didn't forget about you.

i just got caught up in life.

and school.

and homework i forgot about.

heeeeeello early monday morning...

sidenote:  pretty sure my tail bone's bruised. don't ask me how. it's a mystery to me too.

broken.

This is beautiful to me. 

The way the pieces are perfectly shattered. 
It's almost as if I could tape them back together if I wanted to.

I wish life was that easy. 

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