Skating 3

Last week I said that beating the crap out of yourself in order to land a trick was worth it. It is worth it if you can actually land the trick after beating the shit out of yourself. Unfortunately if you land wrong, roll your ankle, and because of it, you get a second degree sprain, I don't think it is at all worth it. First of all because you can't possibly land the trick. Secondly, it causes you 2 to 4 weeks of pain. Thirdly, walking around on crutches sucks. On another note it is the reason why this blog post is late and also the reason why my lit circle letter will be late.
The only positive outcome of this unfortunate event is that I can get an elevator key and I don't have to deal with all the retarded people that stand in the middle of the halls. Other than that this sucks. I can't go out, can't skate, can't do very much at all except sit. Which, as you probably know, is really boring. Luckily it doesn't hurt as much as it did Thursday and Friday night, the pain could be almost unbearable when I didn't have ice on it and pain killers in my system. But that's the kind of stuff you have to deal with if you want to skateboard, after a high ankle sprain, a fractured wrist, a broken and dislocated elbow, and now this second degree ankle sprain, I'm starting to wonder if it's all worth it.
I know it might seem odd that I'm just now starting to wonder, but I think about it every time I seriously injure myself, and I always end up skating again. Because it's fun, a lot of my friends do it, and it's challenging. You're always relentlessly trying to improve your abilities when you skate and most of the time you get a lot of fun and good times out of it. It's only the worst case scenarios that put a drag on things, like right now. My legs cramping from me having to elevate it. And I'm typing an English assignment in the middle of a beautiful Saturday, when I could be skating or playing music, or just chillin' with my friends. But no, I'm stuck here, and I have to look after my dying cat. Which also sucks! My cat is dying to put a cherry on top of this disgusting, deformed cake.
It's kinda cool having room service and not having to clean up after myself much, but I still do a lot of stuff myself, which is never very easy, especially trying to get things from downstairs into my room. But I have a pretty sweet setup, I have "elevation stations", as I like to call them, in all then places I normally sit or lay down. Still, I'd rather not have to go through all this, but as I said, it's the price I have to pay for skating.