gimp.

and sometimes God hates you.

it's really not a big deal..

i mean that is until you can't walk. then it really makes things rough

so i've been annoying the heck out of tons of people to buy a flag from me so i could go to NXN southwest.

so i could do this..

die.

and make this face..

:)

i was so ready.

but the morning of, i went to the doctors, and ended up like this...

up to my knee. in crutches.

oh it's okay, i wanted to miss the most important, final race of my senior season to be stuck at home in a boot rendering me a gimp. it's really okay..

NO.it's not.

i cried. many times. at school, (painfully awkward.) at hom, in my car when no one was looking, in the doctors office, in bed. whenever the girls called to let me know how it all went. all the time.

who knew one person could cry for so long?

but before all this, my parents decided to hate me and we yelled.

we're mexican. it's what we do. when you can't get your point across, you yell.

because, ovbiously, the louder you say it, the more likely they are to agree with you... didn't everyone know that..?

so i had angry parents,

let down my cross team,

let down my tkd team,

and

unfinished BYU essays.

BOOOOOO.

oh and a lovely boot.

i hate my life.

....

on a less dramatic note, you know that awkward moment when you stumble along a song that's better then original? and you love it more?

yes.. take a look, or listen, whatever. and fall in love.

cover.

these cute little brown sibilings (watch out jo bros..) decided to make an adele cover, and be on CNN two days later.. no big.

and this is the original.

classic. almost. i love adele.