RANT.

UGH. I'm really pissed off. I had a terrible day. I twisted my ankle going down the bleacher stairs in gym, which resulted in a 4 hour trip to the emergency room, only to find out that i pulled the tendons in my left foot. I can go to school however. YIPEEE! NOT NOT NOT.

So when i finally got home, I got a text from the one and only Jen, and she wanted to know if i cared if i were to go home ALONE on sunday after the bcefa flea market because her friend might be able to get her a ticket to see in the heights sunday night. UHM, HULLO?! DID I NOT JUST GET HER INTO THE FINAL RENT PERFORMANCE? DID I NOT JUST GET HER IN TO TITLE OF SHOW?

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NO. I'm not done.

NOW, i might not even be allowed to go without involving half the friggin population of my family, which isn't fair because they had to help me last weekend. She didn't even bother to ask if I wanted to see the show with her. UGH.

My ankle is KILLING me. I feel like crap.

BYE world wide web.