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fuck. :D



But, on an entirely different note, Penguine and I played a sort of version of badminton mixed with tennis without a net for an hour today. It was really, really fun. And I was pooped afterward. Not as in like, muscle tired. I mean, I WAS tired and wanted to flop on a couch (which we did) but like my muscles weren't exerted or anything. it was fun. And we dismantled the epic fort - which was really depressing. I have a picture of it though for good times. I move we make a tradition out of epic fort building.

Crutches Aren't Fun

I know I owe you all a post containing the details of my date with Tybalt. But right now I'm more in the mood to feel sorry for myself, so that will have to wait.

I have a sprained ankle because some fucking kid cut me off at the rink and I tried to dodge her. Changing direction mid-crossover is NOT easy. Well, unless you're a professional skater. I'm not.

All the fucking kids who don't know how to skate should stay the fuck off the rink. (Obviously, my friends are an exception to this rule)


Now I'm on crutches for just shy of a week (depending how I feel) and I'm basically not supposed to do much for a while. It's not really the pain that bothers me - I've broken bones multiple times before, so while it hurts like fuck it's all in perspective. I can handle that. It's more the fact I can't DO things. And its my ANKLE. Hello, RUNNER HERE. The last think I needed was ANOTHER leg/foot related injury. This was why I DIDNT do indoor, so I could heal for outdoor.

Not that I didn't expect something to happen. Usually whenever I have a really really good day the next day is shit. Karma likes to average things out. And besides, I'm always sick during break, and I wasn't sick. So I knew SOMETHING was going to happen. Not that it stopped me from having a life.


UGH.




Fucking kids. Someone remind me I thought it would be a good idea not to just take out the kid??

Rawr.

I am SO angry right now. Okay, well, not as much anymore, now it's just settled into an unpleasant feeling in my stomach that shall persist for as long as it takes for things to be fixed. As most of you know, I own a horse, Rose. Due to extenuating circumstances I sort of half-own her right now (she was a casualty of my mom moving down south) and she was, in a legally questionable deal, sent to live at Larkspur Farm as my lawyer is BFF's with the owner despite the fact she was supposed to be sent down with my mom. They haven't been taking care of her despite various things on my part to try to get their asses moving but today I got there and was walking her out of her stall to see her walking very strangely. Well, it doesn't take a genius to tell that a horse is lame when they're that bad, and the entire time I was grooming her she wasn't putting her weight on her right hind unless she absolutely had to. So I got one of the girls who works there to trot her out for me and GOOD GOD I've loved and been with her for seven years and I've never seen her that lame. Christ. It's essentially everything I've been telling them to fix plus blatant not caring/absolutely no ability to take care of a horse culminating into her foot. I mean, I understand life is screwy and they are kinda using her to make as much money as fast as they can, but REALLY. REALLY. I don't want my fucking horse screwed around with.

The worst part is other than throwing a shit fit with the owner I can't actually DO anything. Which means those dib shits will probably let it get worse since for it to heal she needs to not be ridden (which means loosing money because she's not avalible for lessons) and she needs bute every night instead of just once in a while (which costs money) and she needs her hocks injected really badly (which means more money) which is exactly why none of its going to happen.

I wish they would stop being bitches long enough to actually fucking learn how the hell to take care of a horse.


Dicks.

I really wish...

...that the parental unit known as my father would grow a set of balls. I mean, he so totally lacks them and it makes him such an asshole to deal with because he totally tries to compensate. The poor boy's got penis envy regarding everyone including women and our ovaries of steel. This was painstakingly obvious tonight when he ran around being a douchebag because he didn't think that we had a right to see our grandparents when they called to find out if they could see us this weekend because "I have a life!" Which is really quite amusing because not only do I know he has no weekend plans (I am the only one currently in residence who has some semblance of a social life) but he just hasn't got a life in general. As far as I know he barely has friends as well. And I'm not even getting started on Renee the Second. (Yes, no snazzy psuedonom but I happen to lack any regard for her safety by definition as she's going out with my dad.)

Also evil-hellion-teacher-from-the-black-lagoon gave me a B- on an assignment because I used a metaphor about a problem and a solution regarding healing a wound and she thought I should have written solved the problem instead. What. A. Tool. I apologize for not being a halfwit zombie who can't string together any sounds more complicated than "uh" and the more intimidating "uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh" but that doesn't mean you need to knock off 20 points. Although technically it wasn't 20 because the assignment wasn't out of 100, it was out of much less, but that is totally besides the point.

But enough of my rantings about an otherwise mediocre day. I need to go do work for the teacher-from-the-black-lagoon and study anatomy for a big test tomorrow. Sigh. Wish me luck :)