Does this look infected?
My foot hurts. Why you ask? Well, it involves a shard of glass, my big ass foot, and the loss of approximately a pint of blood. OK, so it wasn't so much a pint of blood as it was maybe a teaspoon but a pint just sounds so much more dramatic! At any rate, I was putting groceries away in my kitchen and singing a little Sarah McLachlan with my angelic voice (HA!) and I turned and felt this horrible pain in my right foot. I looked down and felt my foot and I could feel something stuck inside my foot. So I call my mom to come help me get when I thought was a splinter out of my foot. It wasn't bleeding at all when I was in the kitchen and when I got to the bathroom, the entire top half of my foot was covered in blood as was my bathroom rug. After about thirty minutes of work, my mom managed to get the piece of glass out of my foot. I'm still not sure how she did it but I know it involved some back ass, Dr. Quinn, Medicine Woman shit. I wouldn't mind the injury so much if it wasn't in my driving foot and toward the outside of the ball of my foot (I have messed up feet and I put all the weight (and it's a lot of weight these days) on the outside of my feet). Plus I had to work today which meant driving and standing for four hours. Huzzah. Tomorrow should be even more fun cuz I'll have to drive over an hour both ways to school and then walk, well, hobble around campus. Feh. Somebody carry me! Ooo! Maybe I can get one of those Rascals they have at Wal-Mart. Oh, that'd just end badly. I'd set the number of people I run over on purpose at 17. Ha.
I should be studying for class but eh, I don't care anymore. I got a B- on my English essay. I thought it was the best essay I'd ever written but apparently, it was mediocre at best. I still think it's fucking brilliant though. Normally, I'd get upset and cry and saying something along the lines of "Gosh golly, I'll just do better next time!!!" but fuck it, I'm graduating in less than two months. Give me what you're gonna give me, just don't fail me. I mean, I should've known I was gonna do poorly on that essay. We had to share essays in class and everyone else's essay was all descriptive and shit. "I sat on the cold, gray rocks overlooking the dazzling azure ocean water and I noticed a lone, rusty tanker adrift far out on the horizon. I shielded my eyes from the blindingly bright July sun and I thought to myself, 'I am that tanker...'" and other blah blah blah bullshit like that. You know, stuff written by people who are English majors. And then there was mine. "Yeah, my mom can't read maps, Ashland's a shithole, and my dad's an asshole." Haha. If you like reading my journal, (and really, who doesn't?), it was pretty much four pages of the same stuff except with less swearing. Actually, no swearing at all. Maybe that's what was wrong with my paper. I should've dropped random f-bombs in there. I think I'll do that for the next paper. I'll just ad an entire page that's nothing but the phrase "Fuck me with a spoon!" written over and over again. Why, I'll get an A for sure! Haha. Whatever. I think I am gonna go study for my Latin American Culture class because I like that class and the prof. thinks I'm smart. Mainly because I know random facts about things like that Costa Rica has no army. Finally, Jeopardy is paying off in real life! I knew it would!
I should be studying for class but eh, I don't care anymore. I got a B- on my English essay. I thought it was the best essay I'd ever written but apparently, it was mediocre at best. I still think it's fucking brilliant though. Normally, I'd get upset and cry and saying something along the lines of "Gosh golly, I'll just do better next time!!!" but fuck it, I'm graduating in less than two months. Give me what you're gonna give me, just don't fail me. I mean, I should've known I was gonna do poorly on that essay. We had to share essays in class and everyone else's essay was all descriptive and shit. "I sat on the cold, gray rocks overlooking the dazzling azure ocean water and I noticed a lone, rusty tanker adrift far out on the horizon. I shielded my eyes from the blindingly bright July sun and I thought to myself, 'I am that tanker...'" and other blah blah blah bullshit like that. You know, stuff written by people who are English majors. And then there was mine. "Yeah, my mom can't read maps, Ashland's a shithole, and my dad's an asshole." Haha. If you like reading my journal, (and really, who doesn't?), it was pretty much four pages of the same stuff except with less swearing. Actually, no swearing at all. Maybe that's what was wrong with my paper. I should've dropped random f-bombs in there. I think I'll do that for the next paper. I'll just ad an entire page that's nothing but the phrase "Fuck me with a spoon!" written over and over again. Why, I'll get an A for sure! Haha. Whatever. I think I am gonna go study for my Latin American Culture class because I like that class and the prof. thinks I'm smart. Mainly because I know random facts about things like that Costa Rica has no army. Finally, Jeopardy is paying off in real life! I knew it would!