sprained finger

I sprained my finger two days ago.
Nooron threw a basketball in gym. I was talking to Rufus--i mean, Monica--and Dufus (Nicole) when the ball bounced off the backboard. And came crashing down towards my head. After which I promptly stuck my hand up. Then it hit my finger. And my finger bent in a way a finger is never supposed to bend.
So now I have popsicle sticks wrapped around my finger with medical tape. Which is apparently called a splint. Which is apparently going to help it heal.
Gahhhh it so hard to type.

But no, that's not all. I also burned my *other* finger. On the same hand.
In Home Arts today, we were making pancakes. With a big hot griddle. And i accidentally touched it. And now have a big ol' burn on my finger. Owwww.

But no. that's not all.
















Just kidding (i'm really bored) Adios.

In My Ears: a commercial for UP--i have to see that movie!!!
On My Mind: seeing UP, facebook, grandparents

pondering over women's rights

In Language Arts, we are learning about women's rights and the women who fought for it. So, today, in l.a., my teacher who i will not name is telling us how she has found a "pattern" of women who grow up disadvantaged (poverty, abuse, loss of parents, etc.) grow up to changethe world. Her examples were Oprah and Eleanor Roosevelt. So what does this mean? Does this mean that something terrible has to happen to us for us to do something good? Do all the good people of the world have to have been poor, ugly, and abused? Geez, she is a complete and utter idiot.

In other news, my grandparents have come along with my aunt from India and they are staying for 3 weeks.

In other other news, I have a new website called LexWasHere, which you can check out at www.lexwashere.webs.com. It's amazing, so please become a member and sign my guestbook!

In other other other news, I went to the orthodontist today and they said that my palette expander has expanded my palette enough so I don't have to turn it anymore, but I have to keep it in or else my teeth will grow back unexpanded. The good news is that the gap between my teeth will grow back.

In My Ears: "About You Now" by Miranda Cosgrove. luvvv that song.
On My Mind: Tall Cool One, the A-List novel by Zoey Dean. my new jewelry from India. my dream from last night--i still remember it, it was really weird.

Bebo is the new AIM Profiles!

Grrrr. AIM Profiles switched to Bebo and now I don't have a nice colorful About Me page. It is all just one blecky About Me box-thing. I HATE YOU BEBO!!!!
I need to vent.
Not just about Bebo.
Also about a certain b**** who I shall call Rebecca. Yes, that's her name. Rebecca.

So, I am sitting with Rebecca at lunch and my friend who I shall call Xandra is sitting next to me and she is hungry and I have 2 cookies so she asks me for a cookie. I say yes because I am a generous person and it is a shortened period so she eats one. Then, Xandra is still hungry, so she asks Rebecca for a cookie. Rebecca replies rudely saying, "One of those cookies is for me. Guess who the other cookie is for?" (Rebecca's bad attempt at a joke) So Xandra (who, btw, is the stupidest person I know) guesses, "Me?" Rebecca, sarcastically replies, "Yes." and turns around So, Xandra takes a cookie. Rebecca turns back around and sees Xandra with the cookie in her mouth. She then, for some unknown random reason, grabs my cookie, crumbling it. So I take her cookie. It's only fair. An eye for an eye, a cookie for a cookie. So she calls me a b**** and throws the cookie crumbs at me, and tries to grab her cookie back, so I throw her cookie at her. She calls me a b**** again, and I asked her how I'm the b**** when *she* stole *my* cookie. Rebecca claims I "overreact" all the time.

So, what do you think, faithful reader? Who is the b****? Is it I or is it *Rebecca*?

In My Ears: "Right Now (Na Na Na)" by Akon.
On My Mind: *Rebecca*, soccer practice (tonite), my daddy's arrival tonite (he's been in san antonio).