Today I was injured during "Operation Backyard". I wanted to show everyone my battle wound because I am quite proud of it. I was running and tripped and hit my forehead on the side of the patio. Sounds pretty bad but I only cried for a minute especially after dad told me that "chics dig guys with scars alot more than ones that are cheerleaders" and not to worry. And since I have heard that he is right 99.99% of the time...I believe him. I calmed down after about 2 minutes and then went back to the frontline.
