Curling Rocks...I mean...STONES.

So, I joined the Bowling Green Curling Team today...and spent the afternoon in the hospital. I love curling.
Carl, my Theatre 141 teacher and my new Curling HERO, taught me the basics today. I was doing really well falling on my butt or hip instead of my face until about 20 minutes before the end of my lesson. Somehow I landed flat on my back with my broom under me and my middle finger under my broom. Well, I got back up and looked at my finger, the shock didn't hit me until I grabbed the handle of the 6th blue stone and all of my fingers bent except for my middle one. I asked myself why i was flipping myself the bird and watched as my finger slowly turned the color of Obama's neck tie. I looked up at Carl who was white with fear that I had hit my head and wouldn't be able to contribute in the Miss. Julie conversation tomorrow and said "Uhm...I think I just broke my finger." His only response was "Can you bend it?" I moved every finger except for the blue one and he said "Good, its not broken, just bruised." I kept playing because-- I'm a beast.
Anyway, the voting booths closed at 7:30pm tonight and I couldn't risk not voting just because of a broken finger; I went to the Union and waited in line for 2 hours in desperate need of pain killers and a bathroom because again-- I'm a beast. I sent Shawn across campus on my bike to get 600mg of Ibuprofen which I took without water because-- what? I'm a beast.

You know what I've decided. Now, keep an open mind...I think I should become President. This would solve a lot of problems. I would run the country like Nature's Way Montessori School ran their lunch period. Food items with more than 14g of sugar would be banned, you would have to clean up after yourself, and we would listen to classical music all the time. After lunch everyone has to go outside for at least 30 minutes where we would build forts out of tree limbs and to go back inside, each person has to bring in a piece of trash. Oh-- and then after recess, we would have to meditate or take a nap and then we would go outside and dance around the Peace Pole in our stocking feet. I believe all children should be allowed to watch Power Rangers as long as they watch Captain America first.