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Tuesday, February 17, 2009

I told you. This is my third update today. But whatever. Not the point.

I'm supposed to be doing science but I decided what the hell, why not update. But this is a rather tedious post. I just felt that I'd share other aspects of the day. Let's see, I think I'll point out the finer but insignificant details of my near-death experience. So yes, it's all true. I missed one or two steps while stampeding down the stairs and BAM. So I went down, almost in slow motion too. And I just started cussing my little heart out. It came out really weird too. Something like "Oh-shit-fuck-what-the-dumbshit-oh-crap-fuck." Yep. So there's me in agony and attempting to express my pain. Effective.

My TA Meeting went much better than I had planned. She was in a good mood and there I was, being the niner I am, all anxious and so close to pissing in my pants. Then again, I really had to pee. I ended up not going to yoga today, stupid ankle/foot. Oh yes, there is now a blue-green bruise on my foot. There's also an abnormally hollow area around my ankle. Funny thing is, that's where it hurts.

What else is there? I dunno, but the bass from my music always gets me paranoid whenever I sneak on like this. Makes me think my parents are coming down the stairs or coming up the stairs (basement). OH CRAP. I have dance tomorrow. Ugh. Oh boy, more rope/wall climbing tomorrow. Hey, at least I could move upwards when I was rope climbing. But I just about jizzed my pants when I was climbing down. Scariest shit in my life.

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