When I was about 9 or 10, I almost broke my foot when I fell into a school toilet. The story of why I was standing on the toilet seat doesn't matter, OK?!

Fell out of a tree into a thorn bush. It wouldn't have been embarrassing had it happened to me when I was younger (well, it did, but it also happened fairly recently in front of a few friends). I have a couple of scars of my back from both events combined.

My friend and I had a bet; she said I couldn't jump over a certain low wall and I said I could. Obviously, it didn't work and my shins took a fair bashing.

That same friend then said "Hey, sit on the wall!". I did (WHY?! I KNEW WHAT WAS COMING!) and then she pushed me off it backwards. I ended up with a nasty cut on the back of my head.

I was walking down the road reading something important (think it was a letter from the landlord) when I walked straight into overhanging branches. It pretty much scraped my eyes and there was a car parked JUST in front of me with about 4 young men inside laughing at me.

There's so many more stories. I think I near enough immune to being COMPLETELY embarrassed these days.

At my first skating competition like, EVER, I tripped over my own foot and sprained my ankle in the middle of my long program. I wound up getting silver, but I was still pretty embaressed, considering I got back up, limped through a few strokes, and looked REALLY stupid and confused for an additional three seconds.

I gave myself a mild concussion after tripping over a footstool on stage (we were building the set for the production we were doing) and bashing my head into a mic jack. In front of the entire theatre department.

I got my nose fractured on the last day of my Junior year. Every year, the theatre kids would meet up in the courtyard for a big game of frisbee and my friend accidentally threw the frisbee into my nose. I blacked out for about thirty seconds and the school had to close off the courtyard for about an hour because there was blood everywhere

I cracked my kneecap skating. I'd like to say I was doing something cool, but I wasn't. I just tripped over my own foot.

Hahhaa... nice.

I cut my chin open on carpet. Yes -- carpet. I fell down without putting my hands out (to be fair, I wasn't conscious).

I cut my thumb open in the middle of an art class -- with a Stanley knife. This is only really amusing because not only did I nearly amputate my thumb, but I sat and waited for the teacher to finish a ten minute demonstration before I told him. Again, in my defence, every time I tried to say something he told me to shush, and wait my turn.

I keep hurting my back. By sleeping. This I don't get. Sleeping is supposed to be restful, but nuuuuuu... Mousie must hurt herself even then!

I punched myself in the throat once, taking a sweater off. ^^

I cut the other corner of my eye trying to pull a butcher knife out of a watermelon I was trying to cut up. I just wasn't strong enough, and I really didn't have the right kind of knife. (I was littler then, maybe 12?)

Cut my shin open to the bone because I used the lower cabinets to get on the kitchen counter, and when I jumped off, I hit the corner of one of the open cabinet doors. (I was just a stupid, naughty little kid)

I'm sure there are more, but I can't think of any right now.

Unless you count constantly cutting herself on hay...

After all the stupid (sorry) things mentioned, I don't think I can really compare! But anyway . . . the day of our big science test I was tilting over in my chair and all of the sudden I fell over backwards, and the my desk fell over backwards too! It was pretty embarrassing, and then I did it again in history class later on! Except that time it was only me and my chair, luckily. ^_^

<sub>oh wow this could be quite a list for me lol most of which relate to horses.

lets start with a non-horsie one
In elementary school you remember the monkey bars and how kids would alwyas hang upside down from them? I was one of those kids. It was winter and its pretty cold here so I had those knit gloves on. I stupidly tried to hang upside down without hooking my feet on the other bar. Needless to say I slipped and fell straight down on my head. Knocked myself out for a bit and the duty teachers were called along with the nurse and of course every kid on the playground was gathered around me when I came to again.

When I was little, like 5 or 6, I was camping with my family and was watching my dad chop wood. He left and I thought I'd try to help. I tried picking up the axe but it was far too heavy for me and it came right down on my toe. Did I mention I was in sandals? I split my toe right in half.

One year when I was showing my horse at the State Fair I was on the flag team and what we do is on our horse we have a flag and we run a pattern to music with the different flags, and yes I mean run. So this was the first day of fair and I was the lucky one to have the American flag and warming my horse up with the flag just to make sure he is going to behave. Well things never seem to go right do they? The show is actually running on time and I'm a little behind time so when they called for us to go to the main arena. Apparently my horse wasn't as warmed up and in as good of a mood as I though because heading to the gate he decided to start bucking. (Think bucking bronco rodeo horse here) first buck I loose my stirrup and he keeps bucking. Mind you this is the State Fair and I have the American flag which really isn't supposed to hit the ground... I held on as long as I could but I eventually came off in front of oh over a hundred people probably. I was pretty bruised and battered, both body and ego with that one

Another horse one. This time at the Qualifying Show which here is the second biggest show of the year. I was in the 3rd day of the show but my first jumping class, and my horse believed that the second jump was a big horse eating monster so he went from a good fast canter to a stop and spin away from the jump. First time I stayed on and went back to try again, he does the same thing but with more oumph and I come off. This here is starting to hurt pride and body once more. I get up get the horse and get back on to try once more. I'm a little stubborn. We make it over the first jump and once more the second jump is going to eat him if he goes over it so he does the same thing, I come flying off of him this time cracking my ankle on the jump post and breaking my reins and stirrup. With what little pride I had left I grabbed my horse and my broken gear and limped out of the arena.

I believe that is enough from me right now</sub>

When I was four my mom and I were babysitting these two boys. He had a bed shaped like a car and there were two wheels, one big, the other small. We were jumping over the small one. I bet him I could jump over the big one, he took me on, and I tried. My foot caught the wheel and I landed on my left wrist and sprained it.

One time I put a sleeping bag over my head and was walking around. My friends told me not to because I was too close to the stairs. What happened? I fell backwards down the stairs. That hurt.

Those are the only ones I can remember at the moment. I know there's more >>;

i was about twelve, i guess, and my mom used to send me to these church retreat things for the weekend up in the mountains. well... on the saturday that we were there, we'd all play flashlight tag.

well, it was dark, no moon, no lights, no nothing. i was on this hill [at the bottom of it] and had to take off running so as not to get caught. once i reached the top of the hill, i was able to just take off at full speed without the incline to hold me back. of course, in doing so, i didn't see the well that was right in my path and ended up tripping over the box and rolling a few feet.

the damage?

three jammed fingers and two cuts that i still have the scars for eight years later.

good times...!

Oh my god where do I start? I am clutz extrodinair and hurt myself in the weirdest ways possible. I'll just go for a top five I think.

1. In grade four I was running across a wooden bench with my friends, fell, landed with one leg on either side of the bench (happily I am not a guy) and came to school the next day with a huge collar on because I'd managed to jar my neck.

2. I tripped UP the stairs, grabbed onto the railing and pulled to prevented myself from hitting the deck and subsequently overbalenced and went arse over tilt DOWN the stairs resulting in a sprained ankle.

3. I dove for a ball in basketball and someone's knee connected with my head. I stood up laughing and crying and I had an egg the size of the ball on my head and, it turns out, a concussion.

4. Yesterday I managed to peel my own thumb when I was peeling potatoes :p

5. When I was younger I watched my dad shaving and decided it looked fun so I 'used' his brush to put imaginary cream on my face and...ripped off my whole bottom lip when I shaved. My parents were going out - tossed a facewasher at me and left. My bottom lip isn't as big as it looks. About a quarter of a cm at the bottom is actually a red scar which you can tell because when I strain my lips it dissapears into whiteness.

XD Maybe I'll add more later if I have the energy to humiliate myself some more.

I frequently fall up the stairs, but other than that I can't really think of one specific instance. Usually I injure myself (accidentally) quite frequently so I forget about the specifics.

Some of these made me shudder. I'm not one of those people who finds injuries funny. And I'm quite careful. So there's only a few.

Last year I was running to catch the bus and as it was raining I had an umbrella over my head. It was down quite low so I couldn't see where I was going and I ran straight into the stop sign in front of my entire bus and fell over, bruising myself and getting soaking.

When I was little I stapled my thumb to the wall for some reason.

And I cannot count the numerous times I have accidentally stabbed myself with my own fingernails (because they are fairly long). Once I stabbed myself up my nostril and cut it, which hurt. One of the only scars on my body is on my hand where I ripped the skin off with my fingernail.

My boyfriend has far more amusing stories. He's been hit by a car before (which I found amusing - because I wasn't there) just because he was drunk when he went to cross the road. He's been hit by a car another time when he was skateboarding across the road. He's also given himself concussion by trying to jump my father's pushbike over a pile of bark without knowing at all how to jump a bike. My little brother (who's seven) could do it, but my eighteen year old boyfriend couldn't.

Oh! On that note, I tried to jump my cousin's motorbike without ever having jumped a bike or being taught how and I managed to jump and land it but then I ran into a fence and fell off. It didn't do much damage, but it did drive red Australian dirt into my arm and side hard enough that it stayed for several days.

I know what that's like, Mousie. I'm sore pretty much every day and I dread going to bed because I know I will wake up sore. It sucks =(

Haha... another (very) minor one from work last night:

Anyone who has seen Australian coins will know that the two-dollar coin is pretty small. But thick, as well -- so pushing them out of the coin rolls isn't easy. I cracked the coin roll last night, and went to push it through with my left thumb as you can do with most other coins.

Note: All other coins are too big for my thumb to get stuck, 5c pieces are too hard to crack (I have to peel them) and 10c rolls break and fall out without being pushed.

But this was a really, nasty tight roll. So my thumb went right into the thick cardboard wrapping.... and wouldn't come back out. In the middle of an extremely busy supermarket, with a very sarcastic customer standing in front of me... so I ripped the cardboard away.

Hello major paper cut. *sigh*

I can't count the number of time I've cut or scratched myself with my own nails. ><

I've fallen up the stairs too... but never hurt myself doing it.

One time, a looong time ago when I was way little (maybe first grade?), I was running on the asphalt in shoes that were too big. Well, I fell and slid, road rashing and hamburgering one side of my face. It hurt, and I had to sit in front of the entire class, next to the teacher, until my mom came. Which was just cruel. Everyone was staring! No scars though, thankbejaysus!

And recently, I was chasing my dog, cause he was being bad, and step/tripped on a stick and managed to stab myself in the foot and the shin with it. Also tore my pants. Stupid dog.

Oh, and I've banged my head, knees & toes on doors because I always try to walk through them before opening them.

I fall up stairs, too. A lot. |: Once on my way to college I fell up the stairs getting onto the trolley, cut my knee open, sprawled onto the floor in front of everyone, but I didn't spill a drop of my frappuccino! Another time I fell up an escalator and cut my leg and foot. >_> That happened fairly recently, on the college escalators.

When I was younger, I broke my left wrist walking my dog. We were running, he darted in front of me, I tripped over the leash, fell into a bush, bounced off the bush and landed on my wrist and snapped it.

Also when I was younger, I broke my right arm trying to balance on a basketball in an imitation of the circus. Obviously I failed.

I fractured both ankles at different times by just...running, got to be in casts. And then I severely sprained my ankle a third time playing tag and got to be on crutches for a while.

When I was little, I got kicked in the face by someone who was on a swing because I walked too close. >_> I was like 7, got up and brushed myself off and wiped my face calmly and walked away like nothing happened until some other kids were all, "Rhiannon, you're bleeding!" I looked down at my hands then, and they were covered in blood. xD I pretty much got blood all over my clothes and shoes from a tiiiiny cut on my lip. I still didn't freak out, just went to the nurse's.

In high school, I was jumping hurdles and being a show off, and I discovered WHY you only jump hurdles from ONE direction. |: I jumped them from the opposite direction, my foot caught, and I went down because the hurdle didn't. xD Right in front of everyone in PE. Cut up my hands and knees good.

Some friends and I snuck out late at night a few years ago to go swimming at 3AM in the community pool. This meant climbing a 8 ft. chain link fence. Everyone else got over alright, but me? No. I catch the crotch of my shorts on the spikey top of the fence and riiiip them open in the way in. On the way back, I cut my foot. -_-

My first time riding a new bike with the brakes on the handlebars, I decided it was a good idea to go down our street's hill at top speed. I forgot how to brake when I needed to, started to turn into our driveway which is bordered by a grassy curb, hit the curb, and went sailing over the handlebars to smack head first into a wooden fence (luckily I had a helmet >_>). I woke up about 30 seconds later with people around me and my bike twisted around me, pinning me. xD Took a while to get the freakin' bike off, and I got a massive bruise on my collarbone where the handlebars had somehow smacked me. Poor bike was completely totaled. T_T

I picked up a burner from the stove...that was still burning hot. -__- I didn't realize that at the time, though, and kinda just stood there for a second before I realized, "Oh snap, this is HOT." Burned the fingerprints off all my fingers for a while there. xD;

I have issues sitting in rolling chairs that are placed on tile. >_> If I'm not careful, nine times out of ten I wind up on my arse.

And...uhm...I'm forgetting a lot. I'll think of 'em later. I'm pretty reckless. >_>

Oh these stories you guys have are great. they make me feel good(ish) about my own embarassing injuries. Which I have a lot of. Here is a sample from this year:

I slipped at the top of a staircase at school. It happens not to have landings. For two stories. I couldn't stop sliding until the bottom, and by then I had not only bruised my bottom, but had also flashed a fair amount of the school. I was wearing a skirt. At least my underwear was pretty.

My boyfriend and I went out for a walk and happened to end up at a coffee place. I wanted to treat him, but he strated to pay. So I decided to do the logical thing. Jump in front of him with a twenty in my hand. I lost my balance and fell, hitting my chin on the counter. It was very embarassing.

I was going to put a heavy book under my desk, but it weighed me down and I end up falling out of my chair and hitting my head on the desk next to me.

So this winter the streets and sidewalks froze over. I walk to school. And I was wearing heels. So my friends and I are in front of the shcool and somehow we get the idea that it's be just grand to slide on the ice - like standing up and without (hopefully) sliding). So we were taking turns and everyone was falling down. Until my turn. I slid very, very gracefully up to the front of the school. They were shocked. But when we entered the school I ended up slipping on the compeltely dry floor.

And last, but not least, I was chewing on a wooden pencil during an exam. Like gnawing on it really. I only do that with wood pencils for some reason. Anyway. I ended up gnawing about an inch of it off. My gag reflexes went in and I started choking on the piece of pencil in the middle of the french class. I ended up swallowing it. The teacher told the story to a few other classes.

Oh, this is going to be a long list for me... That little thing called hand eye coordination is something I'm unfamiliar with, to say the least. Ditto on the falling up stairs thing, and yes, I've flashed people, but I've done a lot worse x.x

I have a scar on my ankle from tripping over a chair in front of my entire class when I was younger. We were having a silent reading type of thing and were all settled around the room when I had to walk clear across the room for some reason. Went right down the center of the room, and since everyone is always bored and easily distracted during times like that, quite a few people were watching. The few who weren't glanced up soon enough because I fell flat on my face after tripping over a stray chair that hadn't been pushed in. This would have been okay, but I was probably the least popular person in the room and there was a lot of laughter.

I burnt my thumb from sticking it into a cigarette lighter in my mom's car. We were cleaning it out as a Mother's Day present when I was a littlie and I think I thought it was dusty? No idea, but it hurt.

We got a new puppy, and instead of buying another baby gate to keep her in the kitchen (where it was much easier to clean up after before she was potty trained) we just put a chair on its side and put it in the doorway to the dining room. It was low enough to step over pretty easily and no one had a problem with it... until I tripped over it and landed on my face on the tiled kitchen floor. Ended up with a bruised but not broken nose, chipped a tooth, and scraped chin.

Got almost the exact same injuries all over again less than a month later from landing the same way, but this time it came with a scraped knee as well because it was in the middle of the street rather than my kitchen. This one was worse because I tripped over absolutely nothing and had to go to a dance that week.

I once rode my bike straight into a stop sign and managed to both break my bike and have to walk it back home, and get knocked unconscious for a little bit.

The best of them all is the story I'll tell last- my holy wound. I walked seven miles on Good Friday to commemorate Jesus' walk to Calvary, from a church in one town to the church in the neighboring town. This whole time I'm just waiting to trip, since it's a well known fact that I'm completely clumsy. I made it the whole time, surprising everyone who knows me. Then, on the way into the church we ended at, there was a large cross on the steps that we were supposed to venerate on the way past. You could stop and kneel, or a lot of people were kissing it before they went in. I stooped to kiss it and completely tripped, managing to hit my face on the cross. My nose started bleeding and ended up broken, leaving me to sit through Mass with a wet paper towel on it. The priest blessed it before I left though, and since I broke it on the cross itself, it was named the holy wound xD
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When I was 14 my gym class was playing dodgeball and I jumped to avoid a throw and landed with my foot bent inwards and all my weight on the ankle. needless to say i crumpled to the floor, rolled over and got up laughing. It wasn't until I realized I couldn't stand up that it sunk in I had really hurt myself. Turned out I had badly sprained my ankle, but since my mom was in a meeting and my dad couldn't get a sub for his last class, I had to go to French in my gym clothes and explain that I had either sprained or broken my ankle playing dodgeball. (turned out to be a really, really bad sprain.) Three years later I helped at my sister's soccer practice and sprained the same ankle by running.

I see a couple instances in these replies where falling/tripping up stairs is common. I've actually gotten hurt doing it, though.

Try tripping up an escalator. At the Mall of America.

Most embarrassing moment of my life. My boyfriend and I were leaving (it was around 9 pm), and we had to go up a level to get to the parking ramp where we parked. The closest escalator was turned off early (we're assuming), but they're stairs, we figured we'll just climb them. It was easier than looking around for another escalator.

Long story short, I tripped up the escalator, cut my big toe on my left foot open (I was wearing flip-flops), bled immensly (about half a cup in under two minutes), and had the paramedics come get me. I was wheeled out on a stretcher, sent down to an ambulance, where I was sent to the closest hospital. Luckly, I didn't need stitches, but I did have it glued shut and wrapped up for a few weeks. It was such an embarrassing story to retell to people when I got back.

Oh, and I got the hospital bill back for that too: $1,100 for the doctor to do what I could've done with some Elmer's glue and tape. Ugh. Luckily the ambulance was covered by the MoA, that would've been worse.

<sub>Okay I know I already posted here once, but reading through these reminded me of some more I just have to share.

In high school, Sophomore year I think, we were doing the mandatory bus evacuation practice things... rather stupid in my opinon but whatever. So the school bus I rode was one of the bigger ones with the font back and side exits and we had to practice out of each one just to make sure we wouldn't die if something happened I guess? I'm really not a graceful person and having to jump from a height down usually ends up with me bashing my knees which isn't fun. So we do the front and back and I make it through safe and then it comes to the side exit (my least favorite) I'm waiting my turn and am about at the half way point so half the students were out of the bus and half were in and bored as heck. I decide instead of jumping and hoping I don't fall I'll just like "step" off of the side of the bus... Didn't work like I was hoping so think a cartoon just like walking off the side of a cliff. I fall flat on my face naturally everyone erupting in laughter except like one or two people who were my friends that asked if I was OK despite snickering a bit. I skinned my hands and was pretty sore from that one.

I too seem to have a problem with stairs. I've fallen up them slipped down them, but the most recient and memorable one I can think of is for my Bio 192 class which is a 4 hour lab (its was horrible) we were taking an expetiment outsite because it was one of those kinds. Out of my group I got stuck carrying the bowls full of soapy water which we needed and had to go down a flight of stairs to get outside. Well I wasn't really paying attention because I missed a step and slipped down the stairs becasue I couldn't really catch myself because of the bowls. I slide all the way down the flight of concrete stairs on my arse twisting my knee pretty bad and bruising from my arse all the up my back... good news I didn't spill hardly any of the water!

Once more something to do with stairs. I was walking down an outside flight of stairs talking to my friend (same one that was in my Bio 192 class actually) and wasn't looking where I was going and there was a cement ashtray at the bottom of the stairs that I know is there and it comes up to just above my knee. I ran smack into it almost tripping all the way over it, but open my knee pretty good and get a nice bruise on my thigh, and of course my friend's get a big kick out of this.

Okay and last one (hopefully) I'm a chaperone at a summer camp every year and this one year one of the kids stole my hat and was running from me. I am pretty protective of that hat and wanted it back, plus it was late in the week and maybe I was getting a little bitchy from lack of sleep. I was chasing this little girl and she runs into the dining hall and I try to take a shortcut and hop up the side of the stairs, instead of going around and up the stairs. It was only like two or three steps so not very high. Well I trip at the transition from dirt to cement because it wasn't really even. I fly forward totally scrape the skin off of my knee and hit the side of the steps with my chest, neck shoulder (thank god I didn;t bust my teeth out on it) getting some nasty "road rash". That one actually made me cry a bit as I limped off to the nurse.</sub>

ME TOO. How said is that? I shaved my lower lip and cut it, but I don't think there's a noticable scar.

You know those 'pill shavers' - the things that get the little balls off sweaters after they go through the wash? Yeah, I put one of those on my tongue. I was a smart kid xD. My sisters still laugh at me about it.

Oh! And we can't forget the time a TV fell on me. The TV stand we had wasn't really sturdy and I went to open one of the cabinets... well I guess that shifted the balance of weight or something and the TV fell right on top of me O_O. I was... 7 or something. Traumatizing. It also almost happened last night, too ;D.

When I was younger, my family was invited to a family friend's home for a winter party. I wanted to go sledding and they even carved a path for the sled. It was down a hill and then curved to the right around the house. Wellllll, instead of curving to the right, I kept going straight and ran right into a trailer. Ow. But, better than than the woods and river right behind it!! Haha.

Oh, how could I forget my most classic injury of 2006?

On my nineteenth birthday -- I tripped over a speedbump.

The pub we went to was in the middle of a shopping center, and to get out at 3am, you had to walk through the carpark. I decided I would jump the speedbumps... I was pretty gone, as you get when everyone buys you birthday drinks.

So they're not big, but I do the whole run up and jump thing anyway. I clear them easily... except the last. I jumped too early, landed with my foot half on-half off, and my foot slipped to the side, putting all the weight on my ankle and I came tumbling down.

Couldn't walk for weeks. Should have gone to the doctor, but at that time -- couldn't remember how I'd done it! A friend filled me in later. XD

Lol, I almost never get hurt. I only tend to smash into things once in a while.

Bout a month ago I was gonna walk up the stairs here at home (well I mostly 'run' up the stairs XD), so was gonna jump run up the first stair, smashed my pinky in the wall :p. It still hurts.

Yesterday I walked into a door handle, big blue bruise on my upper right arm now XD.

Really I can't think up 'embarrasing' ways I got hurt lol, not even as a child.

My brother did fall twice on the same sharp edge on the same table though... when he was younger XD.

I find it reassuring to know I'm not the only person who injures themself idiotically. I've lied about how I was injured once too. It was too embaressing when my teacher asked me...

"Geez, what happened to your face?"
"...my dog scratched me"
"You must have a big dog!"
"He's a PomChow. So not really."
"He must have sharp claws!"
"Er...sure..."

In actually fact when I was taking off my belt from a pair of jeans I tried to do so with a flourish and the buckle smashed into my face and took half my skin with it!

Heh.

I've had so many accidents it's not even funny anymore when I think about them.


I was about 8 years old and my little step sister and I was playing in the mud, like ever kid our ages did when they're red necks, and we found a piece of plasic PVC pipe. Well, we were sticking it in the mud and blowing into it and making bubbles come out. Then, it was my turn. I did it and my sister went to get up, she put her hands on my head and pushed down. The end I had been blowing on was jagged and broken, so I cut the top half of my jaw open. Oh dear lord did I scream, you know the ridges you have on the top inside part of your mouth. Those were completely ripped off. I didn't go to school for over 3 weeks.

Next one, I was clipping my toe nails and I cut one the wrong way and it went straight into my eye. Took about 3 hours to get it out, and no one was home. But the eye that it got in has slightly poorer sight than my other one.

And then, I was out in the forest outside my house. I thought it'd be just the smartest thing to climb this really old dead tree. I got about twenty feet in the tree and I took a misstep onto a wrong branch and fell straight down. I didn't break anything, it wasn't until I got home did I notice a four inch stick coming from my neck. It wasn't bleeding badly, it touched nothing but it was in deeply. I still have the scars.

I remember I got and ice cube one day, right out of the freezer and I didn't think before sticking it on my tongue. When I noticed I couldn't get it of, I freaked out and ripped if off along with my taste buds. Yeah, with the remaining taste buds... raw tongue doesn't taste all that good.

I almost broke my neck once, I was on my trampoline and I was was bouncing with my Aunt Cassie. I gained too much momentum and bounched to high. I couldn't keep my balance in the air and I landed on my head. I was in so much pain, but I was lucky I didn't break my neck. After that, the insurance company told my father if the trampoline wasn't removed from the property they'd stop giving us medical insurance.

I've also had my fair share of pencil attacks. My most stupid one was when I was holding the pencil lead against my palm and I was hitting the eraser off the desk. I guess I hit it just a bit too hard and the lead went directly into my hand. It's still there too, I never got that out.


None of them are really very embarrassing, but a few scared me.... a lot.

I remembered there was a time where I was taking high heels off and thought best to kick them off... but I tripped climbing up the stairs.

Another was when I was usually a mechanical pencil and as I twirled it around, I realized that I cut myself.

I got bladdered when I was 17 and fell down a flight of stairs. Got 13 stitches above my eye. THAT was pretty bloody embarrassing, I can tell you.

Walked backwards talking to my mum and went straight into a tree.

Banged up my ankle falling into a river. We were crossing the steppingstones at Dovedale and my dad was on the one we needed to be on but my mum kept pulling me across. I was about 4. I slipped, fell in the water and dragged her with me. Dad laughed his arse off. I hurt myself :(

I stroked a goose and got bitten!

I was just walking down, like, two steps into my garage and I slipped and fell and managed to break my wrist. Good job on my part.

Hmm...on a college visit to Morningside College, I was following right behind the tour guide, asking a few questions. She was answering, and then opened the door to the campus center, and told me "Watch your step." I didn't, tripped over the bottom of the door frame, which was higher than the sidewalk, and managed to sprain my wrist falling, in front of 30 potential classmates.

I was riding my bike one day, and I decided that since my hands were getting tired (I'd been out for at least 90 minutes), I should steer with my wrists. Next thing I know, I'm on the ground with bloody hands, a throbbing shoulder, a wrist that it turns out was severly sprained, and several other cuts and abrasions. No one saw my spill, but when I got back to my dorm, my roommate obviously wanted to know what happened. Then when I went to see the nurse the next day, I had to tell the story again, and then to the doctor I visited later that day.

I've managed to do several more, so I'll report back if I remember them, and maybe later if I do some new ones. I may have some new stories soon, from my summer job.

I get hurt too much to remember properly everything I've done, but I do remember spraining my arm in 4th grade when I did a cartwheel off a bench...yes a cartwheel, off a bench...

I don't want to talk about it anymore >.<

Well... :D Let's begin.

One. I saw my dad jump off about a four-foot high cliff on his four-wheeler, and intelligent little me said: Oh, that looks fun! So I copied him. It turns out the part he went off had a dip to it, which ensured that he would be safe. I went off the sheer drop, somersaulted over the handlebars, and landed about ten feet in front of the four-wheeler. My dad, the excellent driver, jumped off of his fourwheeler, landed on mine, and rolled right over my arm. It got scraped pretty bad and was really bruised but nothing broken.

Two. I have broken my finger twice, two minutes apart. I was about five and I came home from my grandparent's house, I was walking inside, and since I was used to her door, I grabbed mine by the side and shut my hand in it. It didn't really hurt, I didn't feel anything or notice I'd done it until I'd pulled my hand out and realized it was wet. I turned my hand over to find the entire bottom is layered with blood and completely purple. Of course, I screamed, and we fixed it up (with an effin' band-aid), and I was fine. About five minutes later, I was going outside and I did the same thing. Same hand. Same finger. Two breaks. I'm a genius.

Three. I fall up and down the stairs. No way to /count/ the times I've fallen.

Four. A wave at the ocean tried to smother me. End of story.

Five. I have tripped over a twig on my roller-blades. My knees are the proof of it. Many scars.

Six. I am /not/ a skater. I can't skateboard for the life of me. But I try. Just when I think I'm able to do it, I call for my Dad. I'm going down a hill, skating along, and he's watching me. I turn my head to look at him and WHAM. I hit a car. It wasn't even /moving/. My entire stomach was covered in bruises and it hurt for days. ; ~ ;

Seven. I went to Busch Gardens Europe with my school this year, and there's a ride called the Lochness Monster. On the ride, you have to have your arms pratically in your lap to pull the restraint down. WELL, I didn't realize this. I had my arm up and I brought the restraint down. For an entire MINUTE, people are laughing at me, my arm stuck up in the air, until the people came and got me out. I had minor bruising but nothing bad. Just a bit of embarrassement.

Well, just a few minutes ago I tried to get off of a bus.
Apparently, however, I am invisable and the driver took off before I made it out. I ended up smacking into the glass, and now my face is leaking. xD
So all in all, it's been a good day?

Hm. I embarrass myself on a daily basis. Why not make it public?

- we live in lower Washington and have a very steep driveway. I dont have the slightest clue as to why they would give us a steep driveway when they know every ices over in December. Well, I start to leave for school. We park one car in the driveway and then the second right in front. I wasnt paying attention to the ice and I slid all the way down the driveway and smacked right into my mothers Honda Civic.

- I was playing Soccer with my friends when I was about eight years old I believe. And I had just started on a team. Well, we were playing in the asphalt cul de sac that we lived. I was running to catch up with someone and tripped on my own shoe laces and slid. I slammed into the wall in front of our neighbors house and snapped my hand backwards. My middle finger could touch my forearm.

- My cousin is an extraordinary skate boarder and wanted to teach me how. This, was just asking for it honestly. I decided it would be cool to learn, even if his jackass of a friend was there. We were out there for hours and when I could finally skate by myself even at a slow pace, I freaked out at some point and slammed my foot down on the nose of the board and collided with the mailbox face first.

- At our old house, we used to have this forest and my stepdad used to like to drag me out there with our two pitbulls. Again, we live in Washington. Very muddy, very rainy. We were tramping down a hill and I was cocky as hell about not falling down it like he had. I had failed to notice the giant puddle of muck in front of me and right after my stepdad told me to be careful, I slipped, fell on my ass, and tumbled down the rest of the hill. They have a little joke in the family about saying the 'jack and jill' story around me. -.-;;

- Theres this guy I like [and thats how all embarrassing stories start], and he plays in a band for his school. I hadnt seen him in a year and he was supposed to play the talent show. We watched him from the back, upper seats of the auditorium. Afterwards, he came off stage. I was wearing a pair of tripp pants [i swear they call them that for a reason] and was running down the stairs to tackle him. Instead, I tripped over the edge of my jeans and smacked my head on the stage, knocking myself unconscious.

Totally fell going up the stairs in the middle of orientation and took down a few more people as well as losing my whole folder of paper work which fell into a puddle. Then found out that I gave the guy behind me a concussion! >.<

woah. uhm. . .

001. I was horsing around with friends on a excersizing thing.. gazelle, or whatever.
( http://www.holistichealthtools.com/gazelle2.jpg that) and I put both legs on one of them, and pulled it all the way up to the top bar. Which was too high because it flipped around and hit me in the head. Resulting in a cracked cranium.

002. I was looking over a balcony, in my friend's house. There was a glass cup on the floor, so I wanted to balance myself on it because I knew I could. However, It wouldn't quite hold the hundred-and-fifteen pounds of Sarah. x.x It broke, and cut my foot open. It earned me six stitches on the outside, and at least seven inside. x.x It left a huge stain on her carpet, and my friend had to replace the carpet with tile. x.x

003. I was in the school play-- Romeo and Juliette. I was so happy because I was juliette, right? Well, the dress I was wearing wasn't my size. It was a bit long. I about to run onstage when I tripped over the hem. I broke my nose. (Usually, it wouldn't be that bad, but I was running, so I hit the floor pretty hard.) x.x We had to pause the entire play because my nose was bleeding badly from it.

Those are the most embarassing, but not the only ones.. by far.

About ten years ago when I was walking off the bus with my friends; I thought one of my friends was on one side of me and when I turned my head to look at her instead of talking to the air and being rude I slammed my head into one of the steel poles holding a part of the school ceiling up; what made it more of an embarrassing moment was because all you can do in the morning besides talking is drone to the lockers was the sound that echoed into the still dark sky… Everyone stopped and looked at me as I stood deadlocked in the position still having my head in contact with the pole I just made friends with.

After being helped to the nurses office for a splitting headache I know have endured; I was picked up by my Father and his Parents (who at the time were visiting from out of state) and for all the godforsaken things my Father has ever told me in my life; this one was the cake topping that still is imbedded in my brain.

“So did you hurt the pole?”

He still gives an effort to bring it up at least once a year...

Hm, I'll just stick with the most recent one haha.

About a few weeks ago me, a few guy friends and a girlfriend were hanging-out at the neighborhood pool. It was just us 5 and it was nearly 10 I think. But that's besides the point.

You know those chairs people lay out on? Well the guys and I were all doing flips and whatnot into the pool but of course they wanted more of a challenge. So they pulled one of those chairs around and put it long ways right beside the pool. Now that was pretty easy to jump over, all of us were doing it, even the other girl.

But after a few jumps one got to be to small, of course. So to make it higher we put another one on top of that one. It was certainly more difficult than the other one but the guys managed to make it over with ease, the more they did it.

The other chick wouldn't do it but with me being somewhat of a tomboy I had to show off to my buds and after continuous hesitating I decided to attempt it. Here's where the idiot in me came out (by the way I'm 5'1" and the chairs came up to my waist possibly a bit higher). Yea...I had a nice running start but flaked out last minute. Sure that doesn't sound bad but It seems I was to late to come to a complete stop. I slid, falling into the pooll, bringing both the chairs with me.

xD Now both my shins are bruised badly and of course I have a few scrapes. And guess what, I was the only one laughing when I came up out of the water haha. An yes of course I decided to do something just as stupid the next day but that one I think wasn't as amusing.

Nothing terribly exciting here, at least recently. After a "bad" night at work, I had: hit my head on an IV pole hanging from the ceiling, stood up into the bedside monitor mounted on the wall, gotten whacked in the head by the IV pole on a patient's bed, and walked into a sharps container in the Trauma room.

Again, nothing really nasty or exciting but with the exception of the last one, all of them occurred within sight of patients. <_<

I was just at a four day service project, where we painted, cleaned, and repaired a woman's house. We put some plaster into a hole in her wall and then waited for it to dry- after it did, it was my job to sandpaper the area that the plaster was in so that we could prime and paint over it. I'm sandpapering away, and then got distracted talking to someone. When I started sandpapering again, I had accidentally turned the paper around and ended up somehow sandpapering off a large portion of my finger. It wouldn't have been embarassing, but there were 20 people on my crew and they all heard me scream. I even had to halt construction so we could run to the store because we forgot a first aid kit and I had gotten a bunch of the powder I got off the wall into the wound along with some paint.

I don't have good luck.

Oh my...there are so many stories.

I fell out of a tree and had to have surgery. Stupid, but not embarrasing.

Fell *up* the steps in the cinema, showering a poor couple with cola and earning myself a lovely bruise on m' cheek.

Dropped a crate of butter on my face. That one hurt.

And let's not forget the times when I've just fallen over my own feet, even while standing. Just...standing, having a conversation. I'll lean on something, miss and fall. Or just walking, I'll fall.

Well four years ago in tech ed class we were doing some sort of project. I decided that I would try and cut a popsicle stick with scissors. Well, somehow I missed the stick and ended up hitting my finger. At the time I was squeezing the scissors and I cut my finger. I've actually got a scar from that one. Seven years ago I was riding downhill on my scooter, hit a rock and then fell off of it. I ended up breaking my arm.