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SHIT.
I twisted my ankle and I can't march.
GOD FUCK. All I did was slip on one of my hangers in my room and it twisted and it hurts like hell.
Nooo. :_: NO.
Oh, and well, because some of you want to know about my guy. ;) Anyway, his name is Mike and I met him through work. We're getting pretty close (we almost talk to one another every day) and he's coming to the big game this Thursday just to see me in my pathetic looking marching band uniform. It's not a lot (because some people really don't want to know details) but I really like him and he's so sweet. So yup, hope for the best. :)
I twisted my ankle and I can't march.
GOD FUCK. All I did was slip on one of my hangers in my room and it twisted and it hurts like hell.
Nooo. :_: NO.
Oh, and well, because some of you want to know about my guy. ;) Anyway, his name is Mike and I met him through work. We're getting pretty close (we almost talk to one another every day) and he's coming to the big game this Thursday just to see me in my pathetic looking marching band uniform. It's not a lot (because some people really don't want to know details) but I really like him and he's so sweet. So yup, hope for the best. :)