Thursday, October 06, 2005

Today was my first day back to work since the accident. It was scary. As a guy I measure focus relative to how much I'm not thinking about sex. I was so nervous coming in today that my sex meter (and I do have a meter) was at 0%. It hasn't been at 0% since the time I saw Brown Bunny with my Mom. I don't know if I feared more the attention garnered from looking like Freddy Kruger or having to explain it.

It went over pretty hitchless; most people were content with the "I did something stupid" explanation. A select few heard the whole story. It is also a great way to make friends as the guys my own age are quick to share their own injury stories and the girls try and nurse me back to health, sadly this implies no suckling. Actually, there has been considerable positive attention from the ladies, perhaps my face's rotting carcass impression is a sign of virility.

The worst part of this ordeal is the pain of stretching my face; my catch phrase this week has been, "You can't tell, but I'm smiling." I have to avoid situations that make me laugh. When someone else makes me go I have to hold down the sides of my face to keep them from moving. As my face slowly stops melting and starts ... umm ... freezing? again, having a good laugh is what I look forward to the most.

  Tuesday, October 04, 2005

Rose Homecoming was awesome, got in Thursday night did the IHOP thing. Friday I visited campus, ate lunch with the guys. We later played some football and dodgeball, and I built up a healthy entourage with quite the stock of "there’s no way he’s sober" in the crowd. After a 4 AM TB run I was the awesome alumni.

Saturday we did the cookout, carved some pig, and rode the fire-truck around. I played some Frisbee and then later softball; drove the faux hayride, and after a 1 AM mishap with this trick I was the alumni that lit his freaking face on fire!

That’s right; I lit my freaking face on fire. Oh what a difference a day makes. Don’t get me wrong, homecoming weekend, including being fully engulfed in flames, was awesome. Adventure was what I needed, and adventure is what I got. I just hope that when I go back I’m still introduced as "the guy who traveled around the country," or "the guy that slept on a couch for a year," or "the guy who made the Chi Omega webpage," and not "the guy who lit his freaking face on fire!"