The Importance of Being Lauren

Last night my mom took us on a walk around our neighborhood. I love walking, and it makes it even more fun when we bring Reagan the flower sniffing dog. I made it a little over half way before I had to stop to tie my untied shoe lace that kept tripping me. I decided to stop at a stop sign. As I was kneeling I felt something poking my knees badly. Finally I was able to get up to look at my knees and I cried,"No!!! I can't believe out of this whole yard I found the spot with all the thistles !!!! Ow. Ow. *pain dance* Great now I have them on my knees and my fingers.......This is just perfect." The pain dance I did was pretty amusing to my siblings. Well I'm glad that somebody got a laugh out of my pain.......

A few minutes ago after I finished working on the awfulness called Algebra. I felt like my head was going to implode from all the knowledge that I had just attained from studying, so I decided to rest my head on the inflated balloon that rested on the shelf right next to me. It felt really good...... until I moved a little bit, and then B A N G !!!!! For about five minutes after my accident I was seeing psychedelic colors flying at me from all around the room, and seeing my sister in double! After I recovered from that I realized that my balloon was not free, but that he was beimg held captive to the Evil Decorated Cement Block Party Balloon Weight Thingy ! (I knew my balloon wasn't evil enough to lead me unto major head injuries!) *Lesson learned from this: Do not use a balloon for a pillow, because it may be working (under captivity) for the Evil Decorated Cement Block Party Balloon Weight Thingy ....That is all.*

It was the beginning of Kung-Fu class, and we were doing some jump-kicks. I was in a good mood, and I decided to try to jump farther than my usual puny jumping distance. I did jump longer, but sadly I landed in a weird (and hurtful) position. I was in shock for a moment and then the pain hit me while I tried to walk back to the line. I knew that I wouldn't make it through the rest of class so I hobbled over to Master J. and whispered through my pain,"I hurt my ankle and I don't think I can do jump-kicks anymore!!" Master J. told me to sit until I felt better. I waited a couple of minutes and then my ankle started swelling so I went to tell my mom. As soon as I got outside I let go of the tears and let them flow as I sobbed my story to her. After class was over Buster told me how one boy asked him when I was sitting in the corner,"Whoa! What happened to Klutz Girl ?" Buster was confused who " Klutz Girl " was so he didn't answer. The boy then a...