My foot has been killing me. I went back to school this week and I'm pretty sure it's only messed up the recovery of my ankle. I don't really want to go, but I don't think I could bare being away from my friends that long again. Don't expect much from me here except for journals that allow me to rant about the horribleness of my foot...around new years i should be able to get this thing off, so my foot won't be swollen and that's when I'll flood your inboxes with pure crap. Until then my dears...

So I've been thinking...why are they called wind breakers? They don't stop the wind at all. Monday it was 60 something degrees outside and, thanks to softball, I had to sit outside and watch everyone else play...in the freezing wind. I was wearing my wind breaker, but it didn't help at all! Jerk...I'm not doing good in a bunch of my classes which most people would credit to the fact that I haven't been to school in seven days, but the oddest thing is that the majority of my teachers either didn't give any real work or just told me to forget about it and that it wouldn't count against me...which I would count as super cool if I didn't need those grades to get it up. So I'll just try and get back in the groove of school and try to help my ankle heal as smoothly as possible.

Que sera sera as Shigure would say.

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