bras, boobs and other assorted girlly things
I LOVE THE INTERNET!!! After 3 days with none of it, it seems like such a wonderful thing:D.
Yesh, must catch up on current events. yesterday, i wore the skirt that me and aya bought at winners, and the tab top me and balir got at totally awesome thrift shops. Blair wore her new and totally awesome overalls, and did a small happy dance in them, i heard. Where is a video camera when you need one?
Also, yerterday, i twisted my ancle twice. In gym. We we're playing a game with the grade 11, that is a mix between basketball, football and some other game. I was defense with Tory, and we were in the red pinnies. We also had the smallest # of players. Only me and tory were the grade 10's, and the rest grade twelves, who were really nice and not an asswhipe among them. Well, i was jumping and bumping and intercepting like no tomorrow, and they started to yell incouraging things, like "Your my girl", "There she goes again", and "GET HER!" Very nice group actually, and we were haing tons of fun. Even after i twised my ancle the first time. I bumped into big David (percussionest) and i fell but twisted about and grabbed the ball. That was the first ancle twist. The second was a result ofjumping of the ball and being wiped by this massive man. He was HUGE and he was heavy. I, being the not-so-small-yet-not-THAT-large-girl, went flying and twised my ancle even worse. This was in the third game, and the first twist was in the seond.
When we were in the change room, i noticed that it was infact swollen already. me being me, i put on my boot and limped about the school. I was actually suprised, becasue when i sprained my ancle in grade 8 (ironically at basketball practis), it took quite awhile to swell. And same with my finger in grade 7, after the disolcation. three hours went by before the middle finger started to swell.
Gym was second period. My foot started to hurt more and more, and i am quite good at ignoring pain, so thats what i did. I felt it, which should have been a tip off right away that something was wrong. But i seem to always be ignoring all the really basic and simple stuff and go for the more hidden or less known problems. When i got home, my leg was pretty swollen. It was three times the size of what my ancle should have been. And there was a pretty big bruse on the out side of my foot. When my mother saw it, she flipped. When my bro saw it, i got sympathy (and hes a foot ball player and tells me to suck alot of things up, like being kickedin the knee and almost haveing a shattered bone) and well, my sister just couldn't figure out what was different about me.
My dad noticed right away, and was pretty concerend. He asked if i knew the boys, and when i said no, he looked somewhat disippointed.
Note to self: daddykins has a pretty protective streak.
Anyways, after slathering it with creams and ice, i went back to working on my art final project. Due today, i finshed my scratch board. I didn't work on my math or flute ( i had to skip concert band to finsh it) and i have a unit exam tomorrow, and then on thursday, my math final. Which i MUST do good on, as math 10 pure isn't something i want to take again, and i don't want to take math 14 applied. MUST STUDY MORE!!!!
Anyways, today i wore my leather skirt and a nice red top that exposes a tiny amount of cleavage. Unless i lean over, as zac was nice enough to point out to me. He really looks out for me, that boy.
And my foot unswelled, thoguh at the start of the day i was only able to wear my vans, so my whole outfit was kinda messed. Meh. I had fun, even thoguh it started to hurt and i became the gimpinator. I got home, slathered it with creams, and then rebandaged it. I had to do it in CALM too, where alli, blair, glenn and the nosy teacher saw. And they were all pretty amazed by the size of the swelling and the bruise. If only they had seen it last night.....
Anyways, glenn then launched into the story where i kicked the hole in his wall. ANd i would just like to point out, for the record, twasn't all my fault. Aimee is to blame too.
This is how it happened: we were at glenns house for an end of the year party, and i was slowly jogging on his tread mill. Aimee jumped up ahead of me, and started to run too. Well, i asked her to speed up and she didn't, so i slowed down as not to ravish her legs. Which is how my foot got sucked under the treadmill and i had to pull back to get it out. Gleens treadmill is right up against the wall, which is pretty dumb, and my foot went back into it. Hence the hole. I lost two toenails and my foot swelled up, and was rather brused. For the first liuttle while, Aimee shared in the blame. Then, she changed and blamed it all on me. Though i have a whole room of witnesses who say it was both our faults.
But ya, i don't know if i'm going to tell my gym teacher. I mean, its gone down even more, and the bruises aren't that bad. And i haven't had to sit a single gym class out this semester. And tomorrow is our last class, and i do want to play and partispate. maybe i should just mention it to her, and then run onto cour before she can do anything. Hmmm. And i just know my mother will send a note, and call in to make sure that i gave it to her....crazy hag.
On a lighter note, i got 90% on my U9Q2 quiz. Hopefully i'll be able to keep up the good work tomororw and on the final. It would be soo sweet if i got a 70%, or 80%....*drifts off into lala land*.
Sorry, imagining the feeling of passing math ten pure. Tis blissful, and hopefully i will. With a good grade, aka nothing in the 50% range. High sixty's woul;d be nice too...
Speaking of math eaxm, i should be studying...after reading friends blogs i will...so chat to you probally thurdays, after exam.
Lov ya
Yesh, must catch up on current events. yesterday, i wore the skirt that me and aya bought at winners, and the tab top me and balir got at totally awesome thrift shops. Blair wore her new and totally awesome overalls, and did a small happy dance in them, i heard. Where is a video camera when you need one?
Also, yerterday, i twisted my ancle twice. In gym. We we're playing a game with the grade 11, that is a mix between basketball, football and some other game. I was defense with Tory, and we were in the red pinnies. We also had the smallest # of players. Only me and tory were the grade 10's, and the rest grade twelves, who were really nice and not an asswhipe among them. Well, i was jumping and bumping and intercepting like no tomorrow, and they started to yell incouraging things, like "Your my girl", "There she goes again", and "GET HER!" Very nice group actually, and we were haing tons of fun. Even after i twised my ancle the first time. I bumped into big David (percussionest) and i fell but twisted about and grabbed the ball. That was the first ancle twist. The second was a result ofjumping of the ball and being wiped by this massive man. He was HUGE and he was heavy. I, being the not-so-small-yet-not-THAT-large-girl, went flying and twised my ancle even worse. This was in the third game, and the first twist was in the seond.
When we were in the change room, i noticed that it was infact swollen already. me being me, i put on my boot and limped about the school. I was actually suprised, becasue when i sprained my ancle in grade 8 (ironically at basketball practis), it took quite awhile to swell. And same with my finger in grade 7, after the disolcation. three hours went by before the middle finger started to swell.
Gym was second period. My foot started to hurt more and more, and i am quite good at ignoring pain, so thats what i did. I felt it, which should have been a tip off right away that something was wrong. But i seem to always be ignoring all the really basic and simple stuff and go for the more hidden or less known problems. When i got home, my leg was pretty swollen. It was three times the size of what my ancle should have been. And there was a pretty big bruse on the out side of my foot. When my mother saw it, she flipped. When my bro saw it, i got sympathy (and hes a foot ball player and tells me to suck alot of things up, like being kickedin the knee and almost haveing a shattered bone) and well, my sister just couldn't figure out what was different about me.
My dad noticed right away, and was pretty concerend. He asked if i knew the boys, and when i said no, he looked somewhat disippointed.
Note to self: daddykins has a pretty protective streak.
Anyways, after slathering it with creams and ice, i went back to working on my art final project. Due today, i finshed my scratch board. I didn't work on my math or flute ( i had to skip concert band to finsh it) and i have a unit exam tomorrow, and then on thursday, my math final. Which i MUST do good on, as math 10 pure isn't something i want to take again, and i don't want to take math 14 applied. MUST STUDY MORE!!!!
Anyways, today i wore my leather skirt and a nice red top that exposes a tiny amount of cleavage. Unless i lean over, as zac was nice enough to point out to me. He really looks out for me, that boy.
And my foot unswelled, thoguh at the start of the day i was only able to wear my vans, so my whole outfit was kinda messed. Meh. I had fun, even thoguh it started to hurt and i became the gimpinator. I got home, slathered it with creams, and then rebandaged it. I had to do it in CALM too, where alli, blair, glenn and the nosy teacher saw. And they were all pretty amazed by the size of the swelling and the bruise. If only they had seen it last night.....
Anyways, glenn then launched into the story where i kicked the hole in his wall. ANd i would just like to point out, for the record, twasn't all my fault. Aimee is to blame too.
This is how it happened: we were at glenns house for an end of the year party, and i was slowly jogging on his tread mill. Aimee jumped up ahead of me, and started to run too. Well, i asked her to speed up and she didn't, so i slowed down as not to ravish her legs. Which is how my foot got sucked under the treadmill and i had to pull back to get it out. Gleens treadmill is right up against the wall, which is pretty dumb, and my foot went back into it. Hence the hole. I lost two toenails and my foot swelled up, and was rather brused. For the first liuttle while, Aimee shared in the blame. Then, she changed and blamed it all on me. Though i have a whole room of witnesses who say it was both our faults.
But ya, i don't know if i'm going to tell my gym teacher. I mean, its gone down even more, and the bruises aren't that bad. And i haven't had to sit a single gym class out this semester. And tomorrow is our last class, and i do want to play and partispate. maybe i should just mention it to her, and then run onto cour before she can do anything. Hmmm. And i just know my mother will send a note, and call in to make sure that i gave it to her....crazy hag.
On a lighter note, i got 90% on my U9Q2 quiz. Hopefully i'll be able to keep up the good work tomororw and on the final. It would be soo sweet if i got a 70%, or 80%....*drifts off into lala land*.
Sorry, imagining the feeling of passing math ten pure. Tis blissful, and hopefully i will. With a good grade, aka nothing in the 50% range. High sixty's woul;d be nice too...
Speaking of math eaxm, i should be studying...after reading friends blogs i will...so chat to you probally thurdays, after exam.
Lov ya
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