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3 more days until vaca!!! Yeh!! I'm really really excited! Joe just told me yesterday that Ian and Jake got in a fight...Here's the whole story. So, Joe and them were hanging out at this guy's house and there was this girl there. I won't name her but I guess she was drunk and all over all of the guys. Well, Jake thought she really wanted him so he was all excited. Then, everyone made Jake go and get more beer and while he was gone, Ian hooked up with the girl that was all over everyone. When Jake found out, he was pissed and now they are fighting about it. So, if they are still mad this weekend, then maybe one of them might not come. So, SERIOUSLY I'm getting sick and tired of Jake and Ian. They are frickin idiots. If one of them backs out, Joe and I have decided to go without them. It'd be better and easier that way anyway. So, anywho. Yesterday I kept hurting myself and I couldn't figure out what my problem was. I was at work and reached up to get this cardboard box down off this high shelf. Out of nowhere, I get this wicked cardboard cut on the side of my ring finger and it starts gushing blood. Like seriously, blood is running down my hand. I'm like ah, wtf! So, whatever, I put a band-aid on it. Then I come home and my brother wants to move the treadmill upstairs into my sister's now empty room. Ok, fine. Well, he makes me walk backward up the stairs. Here's why this is a bad idea: 1: I have chicken arms and the frickin machine weighs about 40lbs and 2: my brother tends to push up when he's on the other end. So, just as I step up on the last step, I frickin trip, go crashing down on my ass and drop the frickin treadmill on my knee. I don't know what hit my knee specifically but, it made this dent in my leg and all this blood came out. There's no bruise yet but my mom says it's probably deep and will surface later. Let's just say, it hurts like a motha. So, other than that, I've been getting all the camping stuff together. I went today to get Joe some jeans because he spilled oil onto his only pair. I gotta say, boys jeans are way more expensive than girls! Holy Moley! Ok, well, I hear Need for Speed calling my name. Still no word on the cost of Darien tickets, but don't forget about it!!! July 15th!!!