Hey, my lovely readers! So guess what, today I shucked corn, (I know, so fun) and I caught up with my old babysitter, who's a junior in college, or senior, one of the two. And my sister asks her about parties and she said her idea of a party is her and her roommates sitting around all day in their pajamas watching Avatar! I was very happy, because I am the one who turned her on! We bitched about the movie, yeah!
Kay, I'm sorry, I know none of you care and just want to find out what kind of peril I put Sokka in, but I have no one to talk to anymore!
dodidedada....
I AM DOING THIS JUST TO ANNOY YOU!
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Saturday, June 19, 2009, 9:22 PM
Hospital Bed
TO: yuethemoonspirit at moon. com
FROM watertribegenius at awesomeness. com
SUBJECT: Quit Flipping
YES, I am FINE. I am totally fine, I was never in the danger zone, at least they told me I wasn't.
My leg isn't fine, though. My entire left leg has been killed. I'm not going to be able to swim or anything all summer. This SUCKS.
I know you are probably jumping out of your seat, wanting to know what happened.
Well, I'll start at the beginning, JUST to annoy you.
And show you how ironic the incident was.
So, my dad and I go into the capital, and by noon he is just driving me crazy, he has come back and is STILL talking about safe sex. And annoying me about my shirt.
So, we walk into Applebees, and then we had a HUGE fight.
We started yelling at each other pretty much as soon as we walked in, the hostess had a wide range of expressions on her face, but I think she was just wondering if she should ask if she should seat us.
So my dad starts yelling about how I'm not listening to him about me having safe sex, (our voices weren't really raised, so not many people could hear us) and how he just wanted me prepared in case something came up. Also on how I seem to be goofing off this whole trip, and not paying attention to anything he's trying to show me.
I just tried to explain about the chemical imbalances in my brain and how being a teenager was practically a form of mental illness. (Haha, even in some of the darkest moments of my life I amuse myself) He kept saying that it wasn't an excuse, and he was just doing this because he loved me.
I am so not proud of this. Pretty damn embarrassed, actually. I was TOTALLY out of line, I knew my dad totally did not deserve this. I told him I can't imagine why, since I obviously ruined his life by existing.
Well, he got this really hurt look in his eyes, I and I really just wanted to apologize, but, stupid me, I was trying to save face.
Looking back at this, if I apologized, I could have avoided this hospital bed.
He starts saying these really weird things, about how I DID NOT ruin his life, stop saying stuff like that....
I told him that was a load of shit and he knew it. He hit me.
It hurt, but once it was done I could tell he just wanted to take it back. He went all bug-eyed and clapped his hand over his mouth. Didn't really matter, I was super pissed now, I mean, my dad has NEVER hit me in my life. Unless it was a dumb you-are-an-idiot whack, but those don't have any meaning behind them except to be stupid. I just ran out of Applebees, even though my dad was yelling at me to come back, he was sorry, he didn't mean it.
I had probably gone a couple blocks when I stopped running, I leaned against a building for a breather, feeling pretty stupid about myself and contemplating going back and apologizing. Well, getting forcefully pulled into the alley dispensed that option quite nicely.
(This is sounding like something out of a horror movie. Blah.)
So in about two seconds, I'm flat against the wall, about twenty feet from the street, and there's this random dude yelling at me and waving a knife around. I can't really remember what he looks like, I was focusing on the knife!
So, since I was so fixed on that knife, I totally didn't notice he was yelling something at me until the knife was at my throat. (I AM in a horror movie, how nice.) Then I figured he was telling me to give him my money, which I did, since I like my neck uncut.
Unfortunately, I had spent most of my money in previous cities, so I only had about $7 with me. Apparently he wasn't satisfied with that. He starts yelling at me again, and I'm just trying to tell him that I just didn't have anything else.
(The incident becomes a cross between horror and drama right about now.)
I pretty much thought he was going to leave me alone now, since he had all my money, all seven bucks of it. Then I could hear my dad yelling for me, (this really happened, believe it or not. It sounds way over-dramatic, I know.) and, stupid me, I yell and tell him I was 'over here', which we all know is completely explanatory.
So this random mugger dude yanked me further into the alley and between two dumpsters. And I'm FREAKING OUT at this point in time, I thought he was going to stab me or something, and I really don't feel like knowing what that feels like.
So this next part is all YOUR FAULT, for forcing me to buy this shirt, and then pestering and threatening me until I wore it! He took the flipping shirt OFF ME, and then he tossed the knife onto the ground.
Well, what would YOU do in this situation? I screamed. Well, I screamed to my dad to come and help me. (I sound like a little kid, I know, but WHAT ELSE was I going to do?) So this guy clamps his hand down on my mouth and pushes me down. I kicked him, in an attempt to get him off of me, but he punched me and flipped me over on my stomach, which was just really not cool.
If you want to know exactly what happened after that, I passed out, so sorry. My dad said I still had my pants on, which was cool. The freak ran away and my dad called an ambulance, which took AN HOUR AND A HALF to get there. Then when we FINALLY got to the Emergency Room, we had to wait another two hours before someone finally looked at me.
So I guess I was never dying, somehow my left leg was broken, and something happened to my wrist, I don't know if it's broken or just sprained, but the cast is making me type very s-l-o-w-l-y.
So I woke up here around seven, my dad and I had this big talk where we both apologized, all that teenage girl drama stuff. I told him I didn't mean what I said in Applebees, and I was sorry I've ignored him this whole trip, and he's like, I know, sorry for hitting you, and he also said he might have laid the safe sex talk on a little too much during the trip.
Ya think?
So there you have it. My dad and I have made up, we will most likely still annoy each other to death. The gang came by about an hour ago, (A lot happened since I woke up.) they said they'd miss the party and hang out with me, but I told them to go to the party and tell me about it tomorrow.
Oh, tomorrow:
1. There will be a police officer coming to ask me a whole bunch of questions about the incident, and there will probably be a quack doctor to make sure I haven't fallen in love with my rapist or something, probably just to see if I'm going to be mentally scarred for life, but I really don't care right now, it doesn't even seem that big of a deal.
2. I will go back to the boat, pack, hang out with my gang for a bit, waste some time.
3. Then I shall head on home, where YOU will be waiting to either A) suffocate me and yell at me for making you worry so much. (This is what my grandmother will be doing.) Or B) don't take pity on me and attempt to murder me for not finding a girlfriend.
That is IT. My trip is just about done, it was very eventful, and I will certainly never forget it.
K, I have to go, the nurse is here to give me some painkillers, which will make me fall asleep immediately.
sleeeeeeeppppp...-Sokka
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Please forgive me for making this whole thing suck.
K, one more chapter after this. And Meme, I still don't know what you need yogurt for, but you just bring the yogurt and I'll bring the truck, okay?
Diddludidlu! (The Angst, Starring Prince Zuko, I ATTEMPTED to spell the transitional phrase out.), but whatever, what can you do?disappointmentTried to make it slightly funny so this chapter isn't a huge