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I do believe I haven't updated in about 6000000 years. Okay not literally, but I'm sure you get the picture. Me & Sean = kaputts. I hated the relationship, I might as well hate him right now. I hate my schedule too. Swimming second period is no fun. But I do have a story to tell! This got me out of swimming backstroke today. So here goes. We had to hurry to get to Rachel's car and as I was getting ready to get in, my foot slipped on some ice that was by the side of her car. I fell and twisted my right ankle and the jutty part of my right knee landed on my left knee and now that hurts and my right knee is scraped up pretty badly. You know how scabs are usually raised from the skin a little? These scrapes are so deep that the top of my scabs are level with, maybe even lower than my skin. It's pretty much disgusting. A lot of people are at my throat lately, it's not cool. I'm going to end up going to the Dean's soon, I'm not even kidding. If Lonny Bracey wants to throw shit at me while I walk past him, I'll throw shit back. Punishment shit. Punishit? Whatever. I'll fight fire with better fire. If he wants a war, he's got it.