Cursed Clumsiness

Okay ya'll, since I have more homework and finals due this week than I have had all semester, it's blog time! Procrastination nation here in Apartment #213!
This semester I have found a new love for caving. You may ask, what is this caving? Well, just what it sounds like- walking around aimlessly in caves! My favorite place is the ice caves about twenty miles outside of Rexburg. I have been to probably six caves this semester and loved them all...except maybe one.
On the night of June 4th (just a guess), my friends and I decided to head up to the ice caves for yet another adventure! We decided to hit up these ice caves that not very many people know of and thanks to the directions from my wonderful brother-in-law we knew where we were going!
It started out like a normal ice cave venture: off-roading in the mud, Cindy being flung around like a rag doll, the bumps causing all of us to have to pee, then TA-DA! There we were! We hiked down into the caves (stupidly I had decided to wear my Chucks, which have NO traction) and as usual our chivalrous men were a mile ahead of us doing their exploring thing :)
The floor was not as smooth as the other ice cave I had been to (this probably because not very many go there). We got to the end and somehow I ended up across the cave from my friends next to this sort of ice ramp. I don't really remember quite HOW I slipped, but I ate ice and I ate it HARD. I did one of those falls you see in cartoons! You know, when the cartoon runs into a glass door and slowly slides down as if gravity has lost some of its pull while time seems to stop? Yes. It happened. Thank goodness my glasses didn't break! They only decided to cut my face! Which I am actually very grateful for. It my glasses would have broken I would have gone blind for a while.
Only Tyson saw my fall so I laid on the ice expecting someone to come help me. *silence* Nothing.
I figured I could lay on the ice and make a big deal out of my throbbing cheeckbone/entire face, or I could get up and walk out. So I stood up. While we were walking out everyone started to comment on how huge my face was getting. It basically looked like I had an extra nose growing out of my left cheekbone. So someone handed me a chunk of ice and we walked out of the cave....and went and explored another one. Obviously my looking like a chipmunk in pain wasn't enough to go back to Rexburg and call it a night, so I played along. I mean, I couldn't rewind time and stop the fall so I might as well enjoy the rest of my night instead of taking it personal. (I did let my friends know that I thought they were the worst friends ever....but I was mostly joking)



I could feel my face throbbing as we drove back to Rexburg and knew I was going to have a nice shiner the next morning. Cindy spent the night that night. Waking up the next morning was almost unbearable! I looked in the mirror and wanted to cry! I looked like I had gotten in a horrible bar fight and been owned.
I walked to class embarrassed for the first day and then started to have some fun with it. You see, kids, LDS ones especially, have been raised to be very polite and while they would look at me and do a double take, none of them would actually ask me what happened for the first few days. (Also thanks to my glasses it wasn't as noticeable) My roommates and I brainstormed.
I told everyone I was a victim of domestic violence. My roommates told people I had gone to the rodeo and been selected to ride a bull and gotten kicked in the face. I told my bishop my roommate hit me. It was wonderful.
It took three weeks but my face is BACK TO NORMAL! Hooray! And life goes on!


Alright, time to focus!