I sprained (?) my ankle like a month and a half ago and my foot still doesn’t really extend downward. Like, if I put my legs out my right foot will kind of relax and hang there like normal but my left one doesn’t. This hinders my ability to walk on an incline or to go down any set of stairs, so I’ve trained myself to hop down the stairs by putting the weight on the back of my left foot instead of the front of it. Apparently I’ve gotten so used to it that every time I go downstairs in my apartment I basically just throw myself into the dark stairway and bound down the stairs on one foot hilariously, and it’s all very loud and probably kind of dangerous. One day I’m just going to propel myself down the stairs because of my stupid sprained (?) ankle.
The DJ at the dance didn’t play the Avril Lavigne song I requested. I’m going to put a CURSE on him.
I asked this kid to an upcoming dance by texting him because I do not listen to no rules, but he got a new phone recently so didn’t really know who he said “yes” to until like two days later.
I took that empathy test that was going around and it gave me a very low score. Doesn’t it know that I care so much about fictional characters that I can’t watch anything like a normal person. I have to keep pausing this drama show every few minutes so I can calm down. It’s 3 AM almost
I only watch comedy shows and I cry a lot at them anyway, but when I watch dramas I just freak. Out. Can’t handle it. Nope. Comedy only
We didn’t win anything at state Battle of the Bands, but it’s cool ‘cause then we went to Baskin Robbins.