The gimp is still evident, but I am getting better, and I'm in that in between phase where it's like, "Are you sick? No, really, were you the stupid freshman who fell off the wall? No, really, are you sick?..."

We had the intramural football championship today. Don't know what that is? Don't worry kiddies, I'm here to explain.

Intramural football is students of the school playing other students of the school. You can form your own teams and play against others in the "league." In other words, it's a pathetic attempt to disguise the fact that we have no sports program because our school is so academically orienented that we are party poopers and can't have any fun! Waah! But it's the only thing we've got, so we make do.

I don't know who won. I didn't watch the game. I was preoccupied by the psychopath sitting behind me on the bleachers playing with my hair. A GUY. A presumably gay guy who I didn't even know. But hey, I know how tempting it is to play with a head full of straw, sure! So go ahead. I only went to the game to get out of class anyway.

I'm stuck in another office today ebcause my mom's office was flooded. The lady who's office it is went home, and I really have to use the bathroom. I mean, REALLY.

Just my luck, someone will wonder in here saying, "Are you Betsy's daughter? The one who fell off the wall?" (Since it seems that everyone and their cousin knows about it now. I curse the g-damn grapevine.)

YES I AM! IT HURT AND WAS NOT FUN SO CAN WE DROP IT? ARE YOU COMPREHENDING ME?! YEAH? OKAY! MOVING ON!

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The counter keeps breaking and pissing me off, so NO MORE COUNTER! Mwahaha!