damn, i think i sprained my ankle AGAIN! dang, 7th time, darnit. right side this time. it wasn't much. I was running again. my dad was talking to some old guy about grass or something like that and I stopped feeling my right leg for a minute (too little air probably) and then I nearly fell. So I was standing on on leg, kinda worried. so then I put my foot down. it hurt a little but it wasn't that bad. but then i took a step forward and actually fell down. urgh. that hurt. so my ankles hurting and i'm walking to rest of the way home. it kinda stops hurting a bit. still throbbing now by the way. and then I find myself walking on my neighbor's yard. since my ankle doesn't hurt much anymore (i'm guessing I just got used to it and it wasn't that bad anyway, although it remotely worries me) so i run as fast as i can across his front yard and into the house. my mom is like wow this and wow that, and i go straight to the fridge and take out a drink. i stuck it in the freezer before and so it was partially melted now. so I put it on the table and sit down and grab for it again when my mom just takes it and starts drinking that shit. hello?!?!?! i got that to drink for myself! so i'm waiting for that stupid woman to finish and it's half gone! i spent the rest of the time putting it on my ankle since it was still cold and my mom is like fanning me. she actually says she's just being nice to me so she can live in my house when i move away since she says my brother and sister probably won't take care of her when she's old. who says I have to do it? why? and she's like, you're going to be a great doctor. right then, my dad comes in and says. 'or a great novelist'. probably since i'm always typing stories on the computer. yeah. and then they're not really arguing, but more like talking. and then she's like 'it's plachi-ism.' over and over and over again. you see, kind of a while ago, she's been trying to read my stories and stuff. she wants me to publish it so we can get money. i didn't want that. so i change my character's names and stuff and EVERYTHING because of her. now, if she tries and actually ends up "PUBLISHING" my shit out to the world, i'll get caught for plagiarizing (hopefully) and somebody'll stop her and embarrass her so she won't try it again. though I'd personally like to save the time and not get it done in the first place. you see?! because of her, i had to change everything! okay okay, so maybe i'm all off and everything. I think weirdly. i just hate it when people snoop in my business. like on wednesday or soemthing like that, our class got our grades back in algebra II and the teacher folds up my paper and hands it to me through some students. the girl she gave it to is about to hand it to the guy next to me, but then pulls it back to LOOK AT MY GRADE. so i'm like what. the. fuck. is. your. damn. problem. STUPID BITCH! HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAAH. i didn't fail! take that! beeyotch! [laughs maniacally]
but seriously, what a nosy bitch. i think he name is molina or something. I gotta look next time. she sits behind me in the SAT class too. kinda pitiful that i dn't know her name. bitch. anyway, so i'm like HAHA i PASSED bitch! an 84! not too high, compared to what i could've gotten, and some girl actually got a 98 (the only A in the class i think), but hell yeah! take that! stupid nosy brown noser bitch1 i bet she don't got any friends! okay, so maybe i don't have much either, but i don't like talking to a lot of people. sure i get along with people, but in large groups, i either get all attention or none at all. so i move between groups. hm...i make myself sound like a hick.