Crazy Ass Arts and Stuff: Time off

I've only had one day of freedom so far, and I already feel like I'm going to go nuts if I don't find something to do. I suppose it's because my time was being taken up by schoolwork, as well as art in my free time. Now I have all sorts of great ideas and no way to work out a schedule because I'm not in school. I'll sit down to paint, and I'll suddenly go into panic-mode because I feel like I have assignments to do. Argh! I hope I get this nonsense settled before my vacation is over...

On another note, today I fell down the stairs and whacked my elbow really hard. It's been about 8 hours now, and the side of my hand is still tingly. I have some bruises on my back and my tailbone is a little sore, but I still start laughing like a maniac when I remember WHY I fell down the stairs.
I fell down the stairs because I was having a Science! day (basically my excuse for wearing a lab coat around the house) and I discovered that if you stick your earbuds in your nostrils and open your mouth you get an awesome stereo.
Please don't ask me how I figured that out...
Anyway, I figured that sharing is caring so I went downstairs to share my groundbreaking discovery with my dad when I lost my footing and slipped down the stairs (See: http://www.youtube.com/user/DudeCrushClaws?feature=guide#p/f/29/KedGncdV-T4 ). I then proceeded to laugh my ass off, scaring the hell out of my very concerned father, and making me laugh even harder.

I can't laugh at his reaction too much, though. I blacked out the last time I fell down a staircase. I couldn't see or hear anything, but my body picked itself up (and I think was muttering to my dad and my sister) and continued walking towards the next flight of stairs. Luckily, my hearing started coming back and I could vaguely hear people yelling my name and a really loud ringing; my eyesight also started coming back, first in gray-scale, then slowly filtering in as color bubbles. Very luckily, this happened just as I as put one foot down on the next step, thus preventing another fall down another flight of stairs. In conclusion, I am very grateful that my dad is a concerned parent and I try very hard not to scare him.
I could tell a bunch of other fun stories, but this is not "Crazy Ass Injuries and Stuff," so I will leave it be for now. :p

These pictures are from 2008, which would put me at 14-15 years old. This is still the upside-down sketchbook, but I guess I was having another one of my "Holy crap! What year is it?!" moments when I started this thing because some earlier pages say Nov. 2007, but the rest say Nov. 2008. Derp.