I'm Bad at titles and ended up repeating a previously used title so I changed this title to explain my mistake.

Well I've managed it again. I fell, and sprained my ankle. But to just mix thing up a little I twisted the left one this time! I managed to trip on a slab of cement on the way in from marching band practice last night and then I seriously messed things up. So I'm on crutches for a week and in a brace for at least three after that. Oh, and I can't march for the rest of the season.

AHHHHHHHH! (bad at titles)

So last night a really big storm came through and even though we still had power, most poeple around us (including my school) don't. So I got to stay home from school and run all around the place trying to finds stores and ATMs with power so we could get groceries. And then when we got home after finally ending up at Costco I go to shut the sliding door on the van and the door shut completely on my hand. Four fingers on my right hand got stuck in the back of the door and then the door latched shut so Justin had to open the door to free me. And then I think back and remember that a similar incident happened to a friend of mine, so this is just a really bad problem that keeps happening. Fortunately I have regained mobility and thats why I can type this. Having electricity in my house helps too.

Moronic

So I wasn't in school for two days due to a combo of a cold and an allergy flare-up. So I get back today and things go fairly well aside from getting a massive load of make-up work. But then, as I'm jamming all of my books into my bag I look up at the top shelf, ntice my lunhbox and very important graphing calculator necessary to completing that mass of homework. Then I SHUT the locker. I didn't connect the fact that I had forgotten my lunch box and graphing calculator until I was halfway home. I'm such a moron!

Testing, testing, 123. So i'm checking out a feature that lets me send text messages from my phone to the blog. So if you're reading this it must have worked

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My Dad's family is rather funny. See when they travel around they like to visit family, but they don't give much notice. We just got a call from my dad's uncle that he and my dad's aunt are coming to visit, tomorow at noon. It's about 8:00 in the evening and the call came about a half hour ago. But at least they called unlike my dad's other aunt and uncle who came to stay the night and the only warning we got was my grandmother sending an email to the whole family to prepare us.