Okay, so Mom and I are OK. She heard me crying last night,due to the pain and discomfort brought about by my throbbing, blackish-purple (as franklin would put it) thumb. Damnit! I was tossing and turning. I even tried sleeping in the sala. I only slept when my mom held my hand.
Aww.
Haha. Today went well, 'cause everyone was nicer to me. *evil snicker* It gives me an excuse not to do things. Believe me, there are more things not-do-able besides not being able to tap the space bar with much ease.
- Hard time texting.
- Hard time controlling the remote.
- Can't pull down pants/undies/shorts when changing
- Can't write
- Can't hold eating utensils properly
- Hard time using iPod
- No one can have contact with my thumb
- Can't bite my thumb (not the nail.the THUMB itself.it's a bad habit.)
- I always have to put my thumb upright. I can't bend it, can't put it down or it throbs.
- Hard time taking a bath.
- Hard time tying my hair.
- Hard time brushing hair.
Basically,it's either I have to use my left hand, or my forefinger for things. Some things are just done better by the thumb, honey. It's like I'm campaigning or something, 'cause I have my thumb up at all times. And I mean upright.
Anyways, I've been to ATC for three straight days. Today, Yesterday and the Other Day. I've got pretty good excuses for them.
I was in town last Friday because my mother asked me to chaperone my sister and her friends.
I was in town last Saturday because we're short on time and we've got nowhere to go.
I was in town Today because I was supposed to meet my dad.
See?
I saw someone (you HAVE to know WHO i mean) in ATC today. Damn. I thought I was gonna melt or something. I was shaking so bad someone thought I was having convulsions. I had the urge to go down and stalk them. But that would be stupid. I saw him from the top floor. He was going down with..well... =)) Wow. Honestly...man, thinking about him with the view from the top shivers me timbers. Brrrr.
After that eventful event, I was out of my mind.
Like what happened...when I tried to go inside this car that wasn't ours. Yeah. Dumbly, I just went directly into this BMW, not looking at it, and reached for the door handle, until my mom and my sister suddenly looked at me.
Good thing I did NOT PULL on the door handle,or the alarm might have gotten off.
Imagine the horror.
Anyways, have you tried eating at CAFE BRETON? It's in Westgate. Trust me, they give a new meaning to Crepes.
Oh hell, my thumb might as well have its own life. It can throb all on its own and I could not care less. Throb away, you foolish fool. If my finger grew bigger each time it throbber, I swear it would be bigger than the biggest thing. God.
Honey, if something red oozes out of your skin, that's bad enough. But when you see it purple, and you see it through your skin, that's the real trouble.
Not even a dose of Jared Leto can cure me.
Oh. Today was a brown day too. I bought two, new, brown stuff. A brown Giordano polo short,which I bought against my own will due to *ehem* some circumstances...and brown Havaianas? Oh yeah. 7 Giordanos and 7 Havaianas...Still counting! =D
Now what. I'm still nursing the throbbing finger, a guilty conscience, a regretful mind, and a needy heart. More than the last time I counted.
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