Careful, my bones.

So, surprise surprise, I sprained my ankle again the other day.

Also surprising is the fact that it healed fairly quickly even though I didn't do much to help it along.

So I looked up what a sprain actually was on Wikipedia. I find it strange that I've never done this before, considering I've actually sprained the same ankle at least four times in the past three years (that I can remember).

Apparently (and luckily for me) I've only ever suffered a second degree sprain. As painful as a second degree sprain is, I don't even want to imagine having a fifth degree sprain.

So I guess I'm dragging out the therabands again. Whoo hoo for feeling like a ballerina. :D

Best Buy Doesn't Carry Anything I Need.

I FINALLY GET TO GO HOME! I FINALLY GET TO SEE MY ROOMMATES! I FINALLY GET TO GO BACK TO ATHENS! OH MY GOD YES!

This whole car ordeal has gone on long enough. It took the guy at the Sheriff's office a week to file the accident report. They finally faxed it to my mom today after she pestered it, and when we got it it was a 9 page FORM. All he had to do was fill in the bubbles and attach my written statement to it. Seriously.

The good news is, I can finally leave Gallipolis. The bad news is, I still don't really have anything to occupy my time with until I start at Pita Pit, which could be god knows when. Hopefully soon, like next week or the end of this week. I sure hope so.

Armies of Robotic Hummingbirds.

I'm feeling better since my last post. Sorry it was so emo. My head doesn't hurt anymore except when I touch the spot that hit the window, and I'm no longer afraid that I have a concussion. I still get upset when I think about Timmy, but I'm getting a little better each day.

The only thing bothering me right now is that because I no longer have a car for the time being, I'm stuck in Gallipolis a little bit longer than I wanted to be. The car was totaled, which means we'll get some money out of it that we can put toward a new car/getting this weird clunker fixed (apparently it's dripping oil, but my dad is pretty sure he can fix that. If not I'd just be putting oil in it every week like I did with my old car). I also have to wait for this police report to get filed so that we can take that to the insurance company and have them officially declare the car totaled. Which means I will hopefully be in Athens by the end of this week, or early next week. I'm hoping for sooner rather than later because I have crap I need to get done before school starts. Like unpack my room. Oliver! took up so much of my time that I still haven't finished unpacking my room. It sucks. There are boxes of crap everywhere still. And my mattress is still on the floor because I haven't had time to measure that bed frame in the basement. I should add that to the side panel list.

So until I can get back to Athens, I'm just going to play The Sims 2. I watched all the Godfather movies while I was home, so I've been super inspired by that. My whole village is just Italian people. I'm running out of names at the top of my head so I have to make a list. Anyway, they're all adorable and I'm going to take screen shots of how adorable they are.

Oh yeah. I was going to explain the title of this post. My brother and I were sharing corny jokes, one of which was, "Who let out all the zoo animals," or something crappy like that. Anyway, the answer was the monkey. I argueed that it could be the donkey or the turkey, or even the hummingbird because of their beaks. Then Alex said that they would break off in the lock because it would be too strong for them. So I proposed that the government develop a lightweight adamantium and lace the hummingbirds' skeletons with it so that they could still fly and pick locks and be unstoppable.

It was really funny when we were talking about it.

too many informations.

Last week, I turned 21. I spent the week in Michigan riding boats and wave runners and swimming in lakes.
I went to my parents house on Saturday night because I got a call from my mom saying my cat was sick. She didn't know what was wrong with him, but he was breathing funny. He wasn't any better the next day, so we took him to an animal ER in Ceredo, WV (around Huntington). X-Rays showed that his lungs weren't symmetrical at all. One was elongated and the other looked normal, but there was a dark spot on it. The doctor said that it was a pocket of gas. Also, his heart wasn't quite where it was supposed to be. His bad hip looked really bad on the X-Ray, too. So the doctor suggested that we put him down. Which we did. It was probably the worst day of my life.

Today I totaled my car and I'm pretty sure I have a concussion.
All I wanted was to go back to Athens and go to the Demolition Derby and have a Twinight.