Saturday, August 17th, 2003
OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG. MY LIFE SUCKZ
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Sunday, August 18th, 2003
kay, here's the explanation of yesterday's entry.
I almost broke my foot.
Okay, I promised myself that I'd limit this diary to only band, BUT THERE'S A GOOD REASON FOR THIS!
I was in Tae Kwon Do taking my belt test. We were doing flying roundhouse kicks, which means your feet never touch the ground at the same time. You just keep kicking with out stopping. Well, they time you for fifteen seconds and see how well you do. I, unfortunately, fell ON THE TOP OF MY FOOT. OW.
Yeah, so I went to the doctor's, and my ankle didn't break, but it was real close. Supposedly this hurts more than breaking it. Why me? Wanna know the funniest part? They didn't give me crutches! They just told me to keep off it and they gave me an ankle brace and EXPECTED ME TO WALK. MAN! Crazy people. Now I'm not allowed to march. I can sit there and watch the guys. But I can barely walk much less march. Fun.
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Monday, August 19th, 2003
Well, I got a couple of comments. My mom works in the morning, so she can't give me a ride. I can usually walk, but, heh. I can't walk, can I? So I called Nelson last night and told him the story. Then I asked him if he could give me a ride. So he said he could. Thank you, nelson!
I got there. Funfunfun. The entire band was just like, "Hilary, what happened to you!!!" so I had to tell them mai story a couple million times and that was basically my entire day. My ankle hurts like heck, and it's swollen to the point where if I run my finger up and down it, it starts to sting. :~:sigh:~:
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Tuesday, August 20th, 2003
Turns out that being at practice isn't gonna help much either. The blood is rushing to my foot and now (can you believe it?) it's swelled up even more.
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Wednesday, August 21st, 2003
Well, my mother has finally cracked. She REALLY hates Mrs. Peterson. And for once, I actually agree with my mom. My foot's swollen up so bad that I need to keep it propped up almost 24/7, and going to band practice really wont help. The thing is, the blood flow needs to go so that more blood is going to my heart than my foot, so my ankle needs to be at a higher level than my foot. I mean, I can prop it up during practice, but it'll still swell. So I had to call Erika and ask her to tell Mrs. Peterson that and to pick up a note from my house telling her that. Boy, is she gonna love it?
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Thursday, August 22nd, 2003
Let's just say that Mrs. Peterson is PISSED.
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Tuesday, September 2nd, 2003
School has started and I begin it on crutches. :~:sigh:~: My mom had to finally bring them from work. they need it back soon, tho, which means I need to learn how to walk again by then. GREAT.
During concert band, all we did was marching band music. I know the music, it's just that I won't be playing it, so what's the point?
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Wednesday, September 24th, 2003
I've taken to the habit of sitting up in the bleachers. I've started to walk again, and I really don't need my crutches anymore. I can walk, but only to the point of a pathetic limp.
I was sitting there up in the bleachers with Mrs. Peterson. I was quiet most of the time, but every time I made a single noise she'd go, "Hilary, if you want to stay up here, you need to be quiet!" :~:
A funny thing happened while I was up there, tho. Mr. Miller asked me if I wanted to play pit. Hmm. apparently, the timpani player has a job after school and can't make it to practices, so they need a timpani player. Hm. should I or should I not? I already know Ellen Wheeler, who played flute in band with me last year; and I know Clayton, mr. "legendary oboeboy". And I kinda know this other pit person Eric Duelan. Maybe I won't die.
OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG. MY LIFE SUCKZ
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Sunday, August 18th, 2003
kay, here's the explanation of yesterday's entry.
I almost broke my foot.
Okay, I promised myself that I'd limit this diary to only band, BUT THERE'S A GOOD REASON FOR THIS!
I was in Tae Kwon Do taking my belt test. We were doing flying roundhouse kicks, which means your feet never touch the ground at the same time. You just keep kicking with out stopping. Well, they time you for fifteen seconds and see how well you do. I, unfortunately, fell ON THE TOP OF MY FOOT. OW.
Yeah, so I went to the doctor's, and my ankle didn't break, but it was real close. Supposedly this hurts more than breaking it. Why me? Wanna know the funniest part? They didn't give me crutches! They just told me to keep off it and they gave me an ankle brace and EXPECTED ME TO WALK. MAN! Crazy people. Now I'm not allowed to march. I can sit there and watch the guys. But I can barely walk much less march. Fun.
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Monday, August 19th, 2003
Well, I got a couple of comments. My mom works in the morning, so she can't give me a ride. I can usually walk, but, heh. I can't walk, can I? So I called Nelson last night and told him the story. Then I asked him if he could give me a ride. So he said he could. Thank you, nelson!
I got there. Funfunfun. The entire band was just like, "Hilary, what happened to you!!!" so I had to tell them mai story a couple million times and that was basically my entire day. My ankle hurts like heck, and it's swollen to the point where if I run my finger up and down it, it starts to sting. :~:sigh:~:
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Tuesday, August 20th, 2003
Turns out that being at practice isn't gonna help much either. The blood is rushing to my foot and now (can you believe it?) it's swelled up even more.
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Wednesday, August 21st, 2003
Well, my mother has finally cracked. She REALLY hates Mrs. Peterson. And for once, I actually agree with my mom. My foot's swollen up so bad that I need to keep it propped up almost 24/7, and going to band practice really wont help. The thing is, the blood flow needs to go so that more blood is going to my heart than my foot, so my ankle needs to be at a higher level than my foot. I mean, I can prop it up during practice, but it'll still swell. So I had to call Erika and ask her to tell Mrs. Peterson that and to pick up a note from my house telling her that. Boy, is she gonna love it?
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Thursday, August 22nd, 2003
Let's just say that Mrs. Peterson is PISSED.
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Tuesday, September 2nd, 2003
School has started and I begin it on crutches. :~:sigh:~: My mom had to finally bring them from work. they need it back soon, tho, which means I need to learn how to walk again by then. GREAT.
During concert band, all we did was marching band music. I know the music, it's just that I won't be playing it, so what's the point?
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Wednesday, September 24th, 2003
I've taken to the habit of sitting up in the bleachers. I've started to walk again, and I really don't need my crutches anymore. I can walk, but only to the point of a pathetic limp.
I was sitting there up in the bleachers with Mrs. Peterson. I was quiet most of the time, but every time I made a single noise she'd go, "Hilary, if you want to stay up here, you need to be quiet!" :~:
A funny thing happened while I was up there, tho. Mr. Miller asked me if I wanted to play pit. Hmm. apparently, the timpani player has a job after school and can't make it to practices, so they need a timpani player. Hm. should I or should I not? I already know Ellen Wheeler, who played flute in band with me last year; and I know Clayton, mr. "legendary oboeboy". And I kinda know this other pit person Eric Duelan. Maybe I won't die.
