May. 10th, 2004
-_- It is simply amazing the things I can injure myself doing. I could appear on TV, God's sake.
Yes, well. I sprained my knee walking. Just walking through the dining room.
It's really kind of irritating how easy it is. But that won't stop me from walking. I like taking walks, and sprained knee or no, I will venture out.
Yes, well. I sprained my knee walking. Just walking through the dining room.
It's really kind of irritating how easy it is. But that won't stop me from walking. I like taking walks, and sprained knee or no, I will venture out.
I took my walk. It took two hours. I am awfully proud of me.
But I got attacked by a dog, which very near ate me. He ran to the door of the house he was in, and barked, and all of a sudden he just went through the door and came at me. So I walked away very slowly and he ran around me and barked. And I was scared, because Soujins do not, as a rule, like dogs.
Except our yellow sand-coloured dog. He's fluffy and loves everyone. He doesn't smell bad, and he doesn't stick his cold wet nose in people's faces. That is why Soujin loves him.
My leg is hurting much now, but I do not care!
The Aunt Who Hates Me e-mailed me and called me 'Jules'. -_- She also asked me if I was "getting [my] bum in shape for Iceland". *facepalm* I'm glad I don't see her all that often.
But
petronelle beta-ed my fic, and now it is All Ready for
erinpuff for to-morrow. I am glad it is done. Just in time, too.
Yes, I am too proud of me for several things to be discouraged by either the dog or my aunt.
But I got attacked by a dog, which very near ate me. He ran to the door of the house he was in, and barked, and all of a sudden he just went through the door and came at me. So I walked away very slowly and he ran around me and barked. And I was scared, because Soujins do not, as a rule, like dogs.
Except our yellow sand-coloured dog. He's fluffy and loves everyone. He doesn't smell bad, and he doesn't stick his cold wet nose in people's faces. That is why Soujin loves him.
My leg is hurting much now, but I do not care!
The Aunt Who Hates Me e-mailed me and called me 'Jules'. -_- She also asked me if I was "getting [my] bum in shape for Iceland". *facepalm* I'm glad I don't see her all that often.
But
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Yes, I am too proud of me for several things to be discouraged by either the dog or my aunt.
I feel utterly stupid saying this, but I honestly have no idea what the lyrics of Elton John's Nikita are about.
Here they are. Someone please explain?
Here they are. Someone please explain?