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Part Deux?

Yeah... you read that right. I re-sprained my ankle.
It was pretty embarrassing, actually... I sprained it while upright and stationary. There were no drunk clowns on erratic unicycle rides, and no flying trapezes were involved. I was just standing at the teachers desk.
It. Burned.
Possibly, the pain was worse, because every time I hit it, the pain was longer... and burnier.
THANK YOU SPELLCHECK, I KNOW I THAT'S NOT A WORD.
Technically, spellcheck isn't a word either. I get the nice red line underneath that too, so there.
boo hiss.
"Bah Humbug."
- The Christmas Carol.

The Epic Ankle

First off, it's good to be back.

About a month or so ago, my sadistic gym teacher forced us to run relays around the block.  Heroically, I was to run a full lap.  As I rounded the second turn, I was in the lead, with the second girl a good distance behind.  Passing the halfway mark, a terrible thing happened. My ankle colllapsed! Excruciating pain ripped through my leg as tears prickled at my eyes. Taking a deep breath, I rose to my feet, and began to take a step. But as my foot made contact with the cold cement, the rippling pain returned. Sharply inhaling, I began to limp around the corner, slowly but surely.  My friend, Emma saw my struggle and stayed behind to help me to the start. 

Weeks later, my ankle had not improved in the slightest. I had to wrap it for circus class, and I wasn't allowed to run or jump. Finally, my father made an appointment with my physical therapist about it. After much poking and prying and bending, she made a proclamation. "Well," she began. "You strained your *insert medical term for muscle here* and sprained your lateral *insert second medical term for muscle here*."  Confused, I raised my eyebrows.  "Basically, you sprained your ankle. No running in gym until it's fully healed." 

It's gotten much better as of late, but on thursday, some moron walked by my desk and pushed it the wrong way.  I hate that kid.

"Everything sounds better when you exaggerate."

-Emily Fishkin 

Long Time No.... post?

Going back to this blog is like reading a diary you haven't looked at in years. Almost like a time capsule for a few months.

To catch up,
-School stinks.
-Even though I'm acing every class.
-Which could be part of it.
-I'm now a Teen Ensemble-ette.
-The writers guild is on strike.
-Not that that has anything to do with my current lack of wittiness.

I should do this more often. Lists are fun
"Outside of a dog, a book is a man's best friend. Inside of a dog, it's too dark to see."
-Groucho Marx

Day 2 and 3

DAY 2

We woke up, had sweet rolls, and read about a cougar in a jewelry store in the Plaza.
Then went down to Plaza. We bought stuff at the Hemp shop. I got a bumper sticker that says "What if the Hokey Pokey IS what it's all about?" and an emblem that's like a jesus fish that says Gefilte inside of it. Hehe. Also bought 4 buttons, but gave one to Cyn, cause she stayed home.
Cyn got sick. Like, barfing sick. We felt really bad, but DID NOT want to get sick. We slept outside after seeing 1 meteor, and watching a hilarious Monty Python.

DAY 3

Woke up feeling queasy. We went hiking to the Hot Springs, and it was so cool! We were in the pool that fed to all the other ones, and if you sat still long enough, you could feel it bubbling up around your legs. We got very germaphobic suddenly, because Cyn was STILL sick. Slept outside again. Not very comfortable.

Day 1 of NM

I'll start from the beginning.
I woke up at (*gasp*) 5:15, and we left for the airport at 5:45. We picked Gaga up at his house, and got to the airport around 7:00am. At the airport, after waiting in line 40 minutes to check my bag, I listened to the Police as I waited to board the plane. Also, dad and I listened to Gaga reminiscing on his college days. There was a seeing eye dog on the flight with us, and he was awesome. I bought a Blueberry muffin, a People Magazine, and a pack of Citrusmint gum. There was a guy in the airport with these colorful checker boots.

On the plane, I sat next to a girl with awesome pretty red hair. The ride itself was pretty boring, and REALLY cold. I was wearing a skirt, which, looking back, was NOT the smartest idea. I was a walking icecube. I listened to lots of music. The People was pretty disappointing though. I read Eclipse, by Stephenie Meyer, and it was great, but, one can only read about vampires for so long. Listening to the new Maroon 5 single reminded me of my cousin, Jennifer, because she likes their new album a lot. I have SO many Beatles songs on my iPod.
Jeez, they put SO much ice in the Coke I had. The flight was pretty bumpy... it was kinda weird. The plane made me claustrophobic. It felt really cramped... weird.

Met Ellie, Cyn and mom at airport. I was very emphatic and accidentally hit Ellie in the face. Oopsy. Lots of mountains and mesas in NM. There were bushes and briars everywhere. The clouds were SOOOO puffy! I loved it! I took a ton of pictures of clouds and mountains. We had lunch at a place called the Chocolate Maven. I had an egg and cheese sandwich and Ellie and I shared a grand petit fors. It was amazingly delicious. Then, we went to their friend Charlie's party, met Ellie's friends, Laura and Leny, and they're really nice. I ate a lot.
When we got home, before we fell asleep, Gato tried to escape out the window. It was hilarious!
I slept like a rock. A very, very tired rock.

Flying.

Tomorrow morning, early, I leave for New Mexico.
I'm flying down to see Ellie and her family, who go there for the summer every year since I can remember, except 1. I'm flying with her grandpa, Phillip, affectionately known as Gaga.  How exactly am I supposed to leave "around six"? I barely can get up at 8! I suppose that since I'll be so excited it shan't be difficult, but I still worry.
I hope to update on the trip once I get there, but NO PROMISES.

"The course of true love never did run smooth."
-A Midsummers Night Dream