Klutziness

klutziness can be painful, you know. Like that time i tripped while walking in the hall and semi-slid down this mini-ramp thing in the hallway and made my knee bleed. And that time I was shaking the wrinkles out of my pants after they came out of the laundry and the strings you can use to tighten them (girls you know what i mean...hopefully) had metal button thingies on them and whipped my leg painfully. And when my friend and I tried riding the same bike down a concrete ramp/hill thing in a park and i panicked and fell off the bike and the bike fell on me and my friend fell on the bike and i made my other knee bleed. And when I half-slid and half-fell down/off a tree and made a gash-like thing on my leg after losing my grip. And when my sister and I tried skip-racing to the car down a concrete ramp/hill thing and i tripped and kinda slid down and ripped my fave jeans and made my knee bleed. And when i somehow kicked my right foot with my left and made it bleed. And when, at a party, we were playing tag and i ran into the wall and made a bruise on my knee. And the multiple times i fell down the stairs. And yesterday night when I bent down to close a drawer and hit my head on the dresser and made it bleed. Real smooth.