Cringe

Well I know that I’ve been doing some shitty stuff and- Hey but y dountt yu juss maeek a noow akounte 4 anemetinn? - ‘cause I’m too lazy to sign out all those verification codes and setting up a whole new account. Now before I start I would like to say (well by the time this comes out it might be over idk) I am proud that FIFA is in RUSSIA!

So I’m gonna be talking aboot my injuries as a kid.

I wasn’t really a person to be accident-prone I guess- but didn’t you admit to be suicidal? - well yes that is the one exception. I guess what I meant was I’m not one to be clumsy.

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When I was in Grade 2 I was a fish LOVER. Not to Eat; but to Love. I used to fish all summer long and was Catch-and-Release. I used to Draw fish all the time and others thought I was really good (this later helped me get support to go onto further art). Everyone in my class knew me as the fishguy and if someone had a fish-related question it would go over like this:

Kid 1: what’s an Arctic Lamprey?

Kid 2: I don’t know ask Quinn

Kid 1: Hey Quinn What’s an Arctic Lamprey?

Me: The Arctic Lamprey, also called the Northern Lamprey is a very rare species of Lamprey in the Northern Canadian provinces and Territories of Northwest Territories, Nunavut, Yukon, and glorious Alberta. The only reason it is in Alberta at all is because seven little larvae burrowed into the mud near the Slave River Rapids, which is rather close to Wood Buffalo National Park were found in 1983 by ichthyologists. Arctic Lampreys can be seen wriggling up waterfalls in he many Northern Albertan Rivers near Fort Smith. They feed on Diatoms, plankton, and algae. The Arctic Lamprey spawns April to July. They live on the very bottom of sediment rivers.

Kid 1: thanks I really needed to know that.

So anyways, a kid named Jacob bought me a LURE for my birthday; but this was during the school year so I couldn’t really fish with it until the Summer and my birthday is in December. So for most of the time it kinda just sat in one of my shelves.

So one day I woke up and my mom was like “Hey Quinn get down here we’re late” and like usually the conversation went something like this “okay” *goes back to bed* “QUINN GET DOWN HERE” “fine” *goes back to bed* “QUINN” *gets dressed*. So through this whole thing I was kinda still asleep in my mind. I noticed that our Pupper Billie took the box w/ the Lure and dropped it in the hallway. So I went to pick it up and realized it was stuck in the carpet so I tugged at it a lot and then it finally somewhat came out, straight through my middle finger….. “MUTHERFUC____” so my mom heard me scream in pain and came up and saw it and tugged at it not knowing that it was barbed. So I went to the hospital and all and then at the whole end of it I still had to go to school, and I presented a presentation about it (which was pretty gorry to show to a group of 7 and 8 year olds.

I, ever since Grade 1 was well equipped with swears that even my 13 year old brother didn’t know, I mean like c*nt and f*ggot etc. so whenever we were hurt, we would scream curses. We took up a lot of time explaining the fish hook incident so there should maybe be a part 2 someday but just to speed it up here are me and my brother (my sister had good moral) getting hurt.