4.16.2003

--update--

Okay... good news guys: I did NOT sprain my hip! (hahaha.. I feel like old Jan Wicks) Anyway, instead I figured out the bigger problem: my left (lower) leg. See, I have this huuuuuge 2X1 inch bruise on my shin (I got it in a very stupid way so I'm not gonna act noble about it) and it hurts like a mother, but for some extremely strange reason my CALF muscle is killing me! I mean, it's not sore because --as a dancer =P-- I definitely know the difference between SORE pain and BAD pain... and this shit is definitely bad pain =(

ever meet someone that was so remarkably stupid that you just looked at them and laughed?

Oh yeah, everyone at my school. LOL jp... I'm not that mean, usually. Anyway, there's this girl in our grade (who shall remain nameless... for no apparent reason, but mostly because I would like to refer to her as "the Wall") who is so unbelievably ignorant that really all you can do is stare and blink. And laugh. Or sit down and massage your head. Really, if you knew her, you would know exactly what I am talking about. She's a total ditz, right? Sometimes that's not bad.. but also, she's really mean and judgemental and full of herself... and she has this psycho temper. Basically, she's like a spoiled 5-year-old that can't use age as an excuse for her behavior. We call her the Wall, for reasons known only to those that have physically seen her.

Anyway, so we were playing volleyball one day in gym, and she was on my team (we were put in them... totally against my will) and there was also this kid on our team named Vito, who is really short (it's a life fact, not a prejudice!). So obviously this is middle school PE class volleyball and not everyone is exactly good at this game. But LITERALLY, every time Vito misses a shot (it's not his fault, his height makes it hard to judge if he's going to hit the ball or not) the Wall shouts "OHHHH MY GOD VITO!! I AM GOING TO KILL YOU!! DON'T EVER GO FOR THE BALL AGAIN!! I SWEAR I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!!" And at the exact same time, I say to Vito, "Nice try, just try to anticipate the move a little faster next time." I am not lying! That was seriously all he needed to know because his form is fine but he just miscalculates. And the Wall totally spazzes out and starts bitching non-stop about how he shouldn't be allowed to play because he can't do anything right. The next serve, game point. Ball hits Wall in the head because she wasn't watching and didn't get out of the way fast enough for anyone else to get it.

She also has this insane idea that she is always right, and that WHEN she is right (which is always), everyone wants to hear it. In Wilderness Living today (I really don't know how I get all these classes with her ::sob::), we were watching this reaaallly boring video about survival and stuff. Seriously, the narrator spoke like Mr. W. Anyway, throughout the ENTIRE movie, the Wall was incessantly talking and talking and talking... really, I don't think anyone was listening because I sure as hell wasn't and she was the only person in the entire room that was making noise. It was like this constant buzzing in my ear, and it totally disrupted me. No, not from watching the movie... I was bored shitless. But I mean... at least leave me in peace to catch some sleep or SOMETHING. Because of her I was forced to watch the entire thing =(
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