Time For a Doozy

So, this is it- Spring Quarter. All the crying, swearing, spitting, cursing, kicking myself, hiding under chairs, empty soda bottles and pat mistakes have brought me to this point. I have nine weeks to put out a finished product, something I can be proud of, something that illustrates the culmination of all my artistic talent thus far.

Or something like that.

Obviously, the LAST thing I need is to get injured, right? Some sort of arbitrary accident that could've been easily avoided and didn't require some demented blue brace, right? I mean, who the hell needs that? The universe couldn't be that cruel...right?

WRONG.

The very first day of Spring, I'm walking home to catch the bus, happy at how awesome my final classes are. My ears are drowning in Vocaloid (I like it, so sue me), my satchel is light, the sun is behind the hazy gray clouds, all and all, not a bad Monday. Until something crashed into me from behind and flung me into the pavement. The first thought crossing my mind as I soared towards the asphalt was "who the hell tackled me?!" and for a brief moment, I thought it was my friend, Brook, being over-zealous, as is her wont. I tumble over my satchel in a heap, breaking my fall with my right hand and being met with white hot pain. I didn't know how long I was screaming, but it was bad enough that my body was shaking as I gripped my wrist.

Once the waves of jagged green and white left my mind, the first thing to reach my ears was a frantic chant of "I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! Oh my god, are you okay?!" I sat up in a daze, realizing I had been crying amidst my howls and saw a chap with a red hoodie and dark glasses practically dancing around me as he continued his chant. I saw blood on his lips and asked if he was alright- they were chapped and either he bit them or started shouting as well when the crash happened. I looked over my shoulder and saw the assailant lying on the ground- a vintage black bicycle with no visible brake system. It turns out the chap frolicking around me had made no warning or attempt to go around me down the wide road leading to the buses and apparently had failed to notice me (seriously, how do you miss something tall, blue and (moderately) fat?).

Rather than get his name, I was caught up in making sure I hadn't smashed my skull open, or worse, my hand (yeah, I got my priorities straight).

The universe has now given me a new challenge- until Monday, I'm stuck in this stupid brace. Which means taking out the pruning shears and having at it for my thesis. Everything you've seen thus far is now obsolete =/ In a bizarre way, I'm grateful the universe knocked me on my ass- my thesis was dragging on FOREVER. So stay tuned for a brand new thesis! Sorta. Ish >> Moving on!