It always happens when doing simple things...

Today I had gym. Before, when I was still doing physical therapy, I didn't need to, I had a medical (which means credit without work-very nice). Anyway, I started gym this past Tuesday and had it again today. Our class begins the class jumping rope on the stage in our gym...why there's a stage there, I do not know. I haven't jumped rope in a while and...wow, "jumped rope" sure sounds boring...back to the subject, I didn't really remember how to do it and just keep it going. So I tried a few times and was getting it back when I finally did three (or so) in a row. On the third one I landed on the side of my shoe on my bad ankle, twisting it. I was tearing and in pain...dying...well, not dying but damn close to it...fine, I was just in pain, there! I sat down avoiding using my ankle for a bit and now I can walk on it but it hurts quite a bit. But what annoys me the most isn't that I re-twisted it but that I did it when doing something so simple. I actually sprained it when running to a carpool and now jump rope? My motor skills suck!

Two tests tomorrow...health and spanish...one after the other. F*ck health, that's an easy class. I'll study a bit but spanish is definitely more important to my life than health with a teacher that looks at my boobs more than my work.

Boobs is also a funny word.

So is urinate...

And turd...

Hehehe!

Oh! I almost forgot...Ben called me a "hippy-Canadian-British-folkie" today...or something to that affect. He definitely called me a Canadian-Brit, though...the hippy part may have been added by Dan. It made me laugh.

Adri

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Me: Mum, it hurts when I move my ankle
Mum: You must be getting leprosy...next your arm will fall off, or your nose.
Me: I'll be sure not to sneeze, then.

She thinks she's funny...

Adri