my eventful weekend, continued
Alright... Where did I leave off? *quickly scans previous entry*
Yeah, I stayed the night at Chad's house on Saturday. We had fun. Watched 2 Fast 2 Furious, downloaded some songs on Kazaa, Bojon was playing their keyboard for the longest time... lol. And of course, Chad and I had some fun. ;)
I slept in his bed. lol. It was really cold in his room, and I was hiding under the covers in his bed for most of the night, even when Chad and Bojon were there. We talked for awhile, and Chad and I were trying to freak out Bojon by "hitting on him" at the same time. It was hilarious. We'd be making out on Chad's bed, then suddenly stop, turn towards him, and one would try to hold his hand and look deep into his eyes while the other stroked his arm and winked at him... lmao.
We stayed up until about 2:30 AM, and woke up around 8. They were still really tired, but I made them get up. :D We stayed at Chad's until late that afternoon, then his parents took me and Bojon home. First thing I did when I got inside was take a shower. lol. I hadn't had one since Friday morning, and there it was, Sunday afternoon. eewwww. o.0
Once I got out of the shower, put my clothes in the wash, got dressed, and generally un-packed my stuff, my parents finally realized that I was home. My dad didn't say anything to me. Neither did my mom. They stayed as far away from me as possible. They basically refused to acknowledge that I exist. That was fine by me... I really didn't want to know them either.
Buddy wanted me to call my grandma and tell her what was going on, and that I wanted to go with them when they were kicked out. So I did. And I talked to her for awhile... We compared stories about what's been happening, told each other what we thought about it, and basically tore my dad to pieces. lol. Then Cherise talked to her, then Kim, then me again, then Kim again.... She was on the phone for at least and hour that night talking to us. And the whole conversation was about Dad.
While Kim was talking to Grandma on the phone, I just wondered out loud... "I wonder if my foot's broken." It had been hurting since Thursday, and wasn't getting any better. Plus, it had this different feel to it... I've sprained my ankles, knees, and wrists so many times I couldn't even begin to keep track. And that was not a sprain. So I went in the front room, asked Mom if my foot still looked swolen, and wasn't surprised when she said it looked worse. I tried to move my toes, and found out that I could hardly move my little toe. That's when I said, "uhh.... I think I broke my foot." My dad tried messing with it for a little bit, feeling it over to see if it was obviously broken, etc. All he suceeded in doing was make me cry. lol. So we decided to go get it looked at. Mom and Dad didn't really think it was broken, and even if it was, I could still walk on it so it wasn't an "emergency" and Dad wouldn't take me to the ER. Instead he had to take me to a walk-in clinic. (It was around 8:30 PM by that time, and they were getting ready to close.) I didn't like that place. The people there weren't really interested in what was wrong with me. The nurse asked a few simple questions... What had I done to make it hurt, how long ago did it happen, etc. Then the doctor came in. She quickly looked over my foot, didn't ask a single question besides "does this hurt?" when she touched it. Then she decided that it was a sprain and I should just stay off of it for awhile. She didn't even examine my foot. I was so angry.... I knew something was wrong with my foot. I knew it. But no one would believe me.
My parents could tell I was upset. When we got home, they promised to take me to my regular doctor first thing in the morning. (Although they still didn't think it was broken.) Not long after that, I went to bed. I was exhausted from being with Bojon and Chad earlier and from crying so much in a short amount of time.
.... And I think that's enough for today. lol. I'm tired. I want to go to bed. And I think I'm going to fall asleep at the keyboard if I try to continue the story. Nighty night people. ......
Yeah, I stayed the night at Chad's house on Saturday. We had fun. Watched 2 Fast 2 Furious, downloaded some songs on Kazaa, Bojon was playing their keyboard for the longest time... lol. And of course, Chad and I had some fun. ;)
I slept in his bed. lol. It was really cold in his room, and I was hiding under the covers in his bed for most of the night, even when Chad and Bojon were there. We talked for awhile, and Chad and I were trying to freak out Bojon by "hitting on him" at the same time. It was hilarious. We'd be making out on Chad's bed, then suddenly stop, turn towards him, and one would try to hold his hand and look deep into his eyes while the other stroked his arm and winked at him... lmao.
We stayed up until about 2:30 AM, and woke up around 8. They were still really tired, but I made them get up. :D We stayed at Chad's until late that afternoon, then his parents took me and Bojon home. First thing I did when I got inside was take a shower. lol. I hadn't had one since Friday morning, and there it was, Sunday afternoon. eewwww. o.0
Once I got out of the shower, put my clothes in the wash, got dressed, and generally un-packed my stuff, my parents finally realized that I was home. My dad didn't say anything to me. Neither did my mom. They stayed as far away from me as possible. They basically refused to acknowledge that I exist. That was fine by me... I really didn't want to know them either.
Buddy wanted me to call my grandma and tell her what was going on, and that I wanted to go with them when they were kicked out. So I did. And I talked to her for awhile... We compared stories about what's been happening, told each other what we thought about it, and basically tore my dad to pieces. lol. Then Cherise talked to her, then Kim, then me again, then Kim again.... She was on the phone for at least and hour that night talking to us. And the whole conversation was about Dad.
While Kim was talking to Grandma on the phone, I just wondered out loud... "I wonder if my foot's broken." It had been hurting since Thursday, and wasn't getting any better. Plus, it had this different feel to it... I've sprained my ankles, knees, and wrists so many times I couldn't even begin to keep track. And that was not a sprain. So I went in the front room, asked Mom if my foot still looked swolen, and wasn't surprised when she said it looked worse. I tried to move my toes, and found out that I could hardly move my little toe. That's when I said, "uhh.... I think I broke my foot." My dad tried messing with it for a little bit, feeling it over to see if it was obviously broken, etc. All he suceeded in doing was make me cry. lol. So we decided to go get it looked at. Mom and Dad didn't really think it was broken, and even if it was, I could still walk on it so it wasn't an "emergency" and Dad wouldn't take me to the ER. Instead he had to take me to a walk-in clinic. (It was around 8:30 PM by that time, and they were getting ready to close.) I didn't like that place. The people there weren't really interested in what was wrong with me. The nurse asked a few simple questions... What had I done to make it hurt, how long ago did it happen, etc. Then the doctor came in. She quickly looked over my foot, didn't ask a single question besides "does this hurt?" when she touched it. Then she decided that it was a sprain and I should just stay off of it for awhile. She didn't even examine my foot. I was so angry.... I knew something was wrong with my foot. I knew it. But no one would believe me.
My parents could tell I was upset. When we got home, they promised to take me to my regular doctor first thing in the morning. (Although they still didn't think it was broken.) Not long after that, I went to bed. I was exhausted from being with Bojon and Chad earlier and from crying so much in a short amount of time.
.... And I think that's enough for today. lol. I'm tired. I want to go to bed. And I think I'm going to fall asleep at the keyboard if I try to continue the story. Nighty night people. ......