• So I'm officially crippled. I severed - yes, severed - my calf muscle. God only knows how. It just kind of... ripped. Might have happened at the dance, might have happened when that kid accidentally tripped me in square dancing. Dunno how, but it happened. I can't fucking walk. I can't bend that leg, turn it certain ways, get down stairs, etc... my dad refuses to take me to a doctor (apparently it's my fault) so as a compromise he's finding me some crutches to use until I can actually fucking move. And the dog - oh, that stupid dog - ate all the shoes. Yes, ATE the shoes. As in ripped them right the fuck apart. Except for mine. Of course. So that's my fault too because the poor dog is only a puppy and what can you expect him to do? I should've closed the door! But I was too busy dragging myself painfully up the stairs to notice the mudroom door was open. So again, my fault. I fucking hate that dog. He's not even a puppy anymore, he should've been trained out of this a loooong time ago. But you know, all is well and good as long as he can catch a fucking frisbee... I feel kind of bloated and overweight, too. I know I'm not, though I have put on some from having to remain stationary for almost a week now. This better heal up before Basketball practice next week so I can feel better about my body. xD Had an interesting conversation with CZ on the phone last night. About CC. But the events leading up to it were funny so you can read that too. xD CZ: Is the delivery guy wearing a helmet by any chance? Me: *leaning over the banister* Uh, oh my god, yeah. And he's kind of short. I would laugh so hard if he was our age. CZ: Or like if he went to our school. If he was someone we knew! Me: I'd be all "Uh, are you in my class?" CZ: OH GOD, can you imagine if it was [DS] or [CC]? Me: *laughing* If it was [DS] OR [CC] I would be like "SHIT, now he knows where I live!" CZ: You ever notice how [CC] just kind of hangs around us like an awkward turtle? Me: *trying hard to restrain my enthusiasm* Yeah. xD CZ: Why are you giggling? Me: I just, uh.. got a mental image of a turtle floundering around on it's back there. CZ: Oh. *laughs* He just stands around, throws his two cents in and leaves. Me: He does that in Shop class. Like, pretends to be looking at something and takes off. CZ: Yeah. I think he likes you (not her exact words but close enough). Me: *swoons* Maybe? So, yeah. Good to see I'm not the only one who's noticed. Speaking of whom, I have officially kicked his ass in Tetris now. It is my belief that I am genetically inclined towards being good at Tetris (Russian) but he kept calling bullshit on my theory. Now it has been proven. 55,000 POINTS, BITCH!

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