Am tired beyond belief. Crawling to bed. Today was Jamboree. We took second. Not bad. Am tired. Goodnight. Toe hurts. Goodmorenight. |
Yeth. I am currently minus half of my big toenail. After practice, Dr. Tobias and I went to the ER, where he gave my foot a rather painful and excruciating anesthetic shot. Felt like he had jabbed a toothpick into the top of my foot and was wiggling it around for kicks. Then, after my toe was good and numb, he severed half of the nail off (I kept it, per his instructions), and watched the blood well up. It was fascinating in a sick kind of way. I think he was upset that I didn't scream or faint. Such is an ER doctor, though. This means that I (most likely) cannot wrestle tomorrow, which blows ass. Oh well. I should save up for our dual meet on Friday. I think I shall tote my camera along. I have a roll of 50 speed to do. Hopefully the lighting will be favorable. Ran into Maria Conchita today in the library. She grosses me out. She was talking to Ekevu's little brother, and I just remember the whole episode which made me vaguely yet poignantly nauseated. I shudder to think. Oh well. I have reason to believe that she's unhappy, which sadly, makes me feel better about myself. No matter, though. At least I'm not in denial about it. Oh! I'm going to see Martecus this Saturday! We are going swing dancing, if my retarded toe holds up. Pray for good weather and a whole lot of pain-killers. No freaking kidding. Caoimhin. Jesus. Oh well. Good night, world.
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Still tired...must be a weekly thing. We are wrestling boys this Thursday come the tournament. Maybe I'll see the weirdasses there. Anyhoo. I AM GOING TO BE PUT IN ARMOR!!! IS THAT NOT SMOOTH!? IF I WEREN'T SO DAMN TIRED, I'D BE ECSTATIC. But enough of that...oh shit. I still have to do my english essays. Shall we conglomerate? I'm out. |
Hoo boy. I'm dead tired. Lost my varsity challenge today. Pretty pissed about that. But the kid who beat me isn't a bad wrestler, so I'm not too upset. Last year, the kid who beat me was kind of puddish, so I was reasonably more upset. It sucked. But wrestling JV does have some benefits...somewhere, I suppose. Am currently chatting with Caoimhin on instant messanger. They found the problem with his knee, and he's mad pissed because they probably could have diagnosed it a long time ago. I feel bad for him; running is a huge part of his life, I mean, for the love of god, he got onto a college team only to get so fucked up he couldn't run. But I think it's also a good thing because now they can start treating the right problem. Ihhhh...I'm so tired. And ugly. Heh. Miss Caohimin, but what is new? I don't know. I think that it's...thinking time. I'm off. Good night world, and Gravis, if you read this.
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