In my Improv class, we're learning the poem "Jabberwocky" by Lewis "I make up words for ym own amusement" Carroll. We were told to act out different parts.
Savannah and I got the "mome raiths" and were told to interpret them as we saw them. So, I started crawling around on the floor (can you believe I get college credit for this?) and acting like a small, woodland creature. Squeaking, forraging, the works.
Suddenly, I feel a huge pain in my knee. I have torn a huge hole in my jeans (right above my lovely patches in the colors of the bisexuality flag: blue, purple, pink) and scraped the hell out of my knee. It hurts and I'm still limping, but it was the most fun I've ever had injuring myself! Woohoo!