Doesn't she listen when I tell her to be careful?!?
Omie (my grandmother) fell at Home Depot today, broke her wrist in several places, then got up and drove home. And waited for someone to come home and take her to the clinic because... Actually, I don't know why she didn't just call me on my cell phone, but whatever. She definitely should have gone back into the store and, I don't know... Have them call her a cab, or something! Amanda and Sean ran up to MSU to find Mom and Kelly--I couldn't leave the house because I was watching the kids next door--and Mom took Omie to the clinic, which is where and when they found out the wrist was actually broken.
Anyways. Yeah. I don't know much about that, other than that she has to go in to the doctor's tomorrow.
In other news, my throat is still killing me, and I think I've already eaten--used, taken, whatever--every cough drop in the house. I guess I'll move on to the sucky, hardly-even-work throat losenges. Or however you spell it; I'm too lazy to look.
I have a test in Theory of Composition tomorrow. It's only over Commas, Semi-Colons, and Colons, so I should be okay. Unless she tells us to identify the rules by number in our corrections, in which case I am royally screwed.
What else, what else... Oh. I just got done playing DDRMax2 for 3 and a half hours (using the dancepad, thankyouverymuch). I was fine for about 15 minutes of rest, but now I'm aching. I must play more often and beat that little problem.
So, yeah. I think that's all, other than the fact that I'm having more doubts--surprise surprise--about whether I'm going to be able to graduate in 4 years or not. Right now, thanks to block classes and stupid advising, things aren't looking very bright. I'm trying to stay positive about it, though.
That is all.
Anyways. Yeah. I don't know much about that, other than that she has to go in to the doctor's tomorrow.
In other news, my throat is still killing me, and I think I've already eaten--used, taken, whatever--every cough drop in the house. I guess I'll move on to the sucky, hardly-even-work throat losenges. Or however you spell it; I'm too lazy to look.
I have a test in Theory of Composition tomorrow. It's only over Commas, Semi-Colons, and Colons, so I should be okay. Unless she tells us to identify the rules by number in our corrections, in which case I am royally screwed.
What else, what else... Oh. I just got done playing DDRMax2 for 3 and a half hours (using the dancepad, thankyouverymuch). I was fine for about 15 minutes of rest, but now I'm aching. I must play more often and beat that little problem.
So, yeah. I think that's all, other than the fact that I'm having more doubts--surprise surprise--about whether I'm going to be able to graduate in 4 years or not. Right now, thanks to block classes and stupid advising, things aren't looking very bright. I'm trying to stay positive about it, though.
That is all.