I have tricked a couple people into thinking I'm stylish, and as a result they have bestowed upon me the Stylish Blogger award (suckers).
I am supposed to list off 7 things about myself. So here it goes.
|Sweater & Jeans: Gap|
7 of Melissa's (many) amazingly awkward and/ or klutzy moments#7: I didn't wear contacts or glasses for years (aside from while driving) even though I really had pretty bad sight. So whenever I was at night clubs or dark restaurants I would accidentally make eye contact with random people. This resulted in far too many people approaching me thinking we'd just shared a moment.
#6: When I was a child I knocked out both of my brother's front baby teeth. On separate occasions. Both of them were accidents and one of them may have involved kicking him in the face while trying to gracefully jump over his Lego.
#5: In grade one I fell face first into a painting isle and split my tongue down the middle. Apparently I stick my tongue out while falling. It was hot lunch day and I had to sit in the principals office and rinse my mouth out with orange pop while waiting for my mom. Now that I think about it, what kind of horrible principal thought orange pop was an appropriate medical supply?
#4: In grade 12 I was in a musical called "Girls of St. Mary's" (a knock off of Grease). I was standing back stage waiting for my cue to run on stage and break up a fight between two characters. I lost track of what was happening on stage and panicked thinking I missed my cue. I made the decision to just run on stage and start my lines. I found out after the show that I ran on stage 5 minutes too early and cut out a pretty important scene in the play. Oopsies.
#3: I didn't really listen to the radio much as a kid (I was a fan of 50's music and rocked out to cassette tapes my parents owned). When grade 8 rolled around I was still pretty new into the whole music scene so when I was asked during class introductions to name my favourite band or group I decided to just say one that I'd heard people talking about. I stood up in front of all of the judgemental grade 8's and said "Blackstreet Boys". Yup, I combined Blackstreet and Backstreet boys into my own little magical group. Not that embarrassing you say? Do you remember the first couple days of high school?
#2: The only time I've ever had to get stitches was after I attempted to jump off a teeter totter. I didn't time it very well and it hit me in the face resulting in a split lip. (oh, and fyi, the other tooth I knocked out of my brothers mouth was during another teeter totter incident. It was during one of my other poorly timed acrobatic attempts. I am no longer allowed on teeter totters)
#1: The time I fell and broke my face. Seriously. I was running on cement when I was 19 and I tripped over my own feet and fell... directly onto my face (stop reading if you don't want to read something semi-gross). I saw my tooth bounce away from me and I knew it wasn't going to be good when I stood up.
I had broken one of my front teeth in half and chipped the other one. I chipped the bone in my chin a tiny bit and scratched my face up really badly. It also bruised pretty horrifically. Luckily there wasn't much scarring and anything that did scar has faded over time. Oh deary me that was an awful awful day.
So there you have it! My top 7 injuries and reasons I'm not allowed near teeter totters.
Wait, that wasn't what I was listing off was it?