smile for me. (:

downlight of the day: i twisted my ankle because i was running backwards, blog. -_-

so during track practice my coach tells us to skip for two hundred meters on the track, then turn around and run backwards for the other two hundred meters.

and i was skipping along for two hundred meters then i turned around and started running backwards. because you knoe, that's what my coach ordered us to do. and everything went totally fine for the first hundred meters except the track had two big ruts. and my foot got caught in it and i guess my ankle twisted as i fell. *sob* what a sad day.

and i screamed because i was falling. i don't like falling, blog. -_- and because i was running backwards i fell on my rear end. or i guess you could say butt. ._. and i couldn't get up. because i was in excruciating pain, blog. you don't understand. my foot was throbbing.

and i almost cried. but i didn't. because i bit my lip. and told myself not to cry. and to you knoe, "take it like a man."

but surprisingly in five minutes, the pain faded away. so i was up again because i thought everything was okae.

then our coach tells us to run around the track for ten minutes.

before we run someone says: hey coach, it's dangerous running backwards.
but then he said: running backwards isn't dangerous. well it was ONLY EVANGELINE who fell. it's normal. she falls even when she's running forward.

and everyone laughed. -_- and i felt sad, blog. and really really embarrassed.

so we start running. and after running about a mile my ankle starts hurting really bad. but everything was supposed to be okae so i kept running. but the pain increased. so i started limp running. and i hate sitting out but as i ran by, my coach called me a stupid "dingleling" and made me stop running. -_-

and so i sat on the grass and when drew ran by, he called me a lazy bum. ._.

well on a brighter note i didn't sprain my right foot again. because this time it was my left foot.

-_- but i don't like being injured, blog. it makes me feel like a weakling.

i told steph that i twisted my ankle and before i could tell her why she says: OH because of your flat feet?

-_- flat feet don't make people twist their ankles. well. at least i hope not.

i told my father that i ran a mile after i twisted my ankle and he scolded me for not "knowing my boundaries." -_- ergh. he always ALWAYS says that to me. about everything.

oh well. i guess i should start "knowing" my boundaries so he'll stop saying that to me and say: yes! congratulations! you know your boundaries! and you knoe, maybe shake my hand.

and of course, give me a hug like he always does.

my father is one of the people who always gives me hugs. at least one hug per day too. (:

i would hug you blog. but you're stuck in the computer. -_- i'm sorrie. maybe one day, you'll be free.

-_- it's extremely laborious crawling up the stairs. and hopping on one foot. and limping. and dragging my left foot around. my mother says it's too late to get crutches.

and she said: okae, do you have any friends who got hurt and has to use crutches? and i said yes.
and she said: good! ask them if you could borrow their crutches.

but i can't because THEY need their crutches. and no one owns a pair of crutches. -_-

but then later she says: oh i knoe! i'll carry you around school like this! and she suddenly picks me up. and i was scared to death. because it was so sudden. then i was afraid i was going to break her back. so i made her put me down. but don't worry, blog. i didn't break her back. anyway, she picked me up again. and swung me around.

(: i haven't been carried for the longest time. the last time was probably during the summer retreat when we had to go over the a whole bunch of ropes without touching it. i remember jonathan and everyone else dropped me on the other side. and i fell with a thump. -_- i could've died.

so i was hopping into the kitchen and christina laughs and said that i look like a retard. -_-

today i tried not to:
a. laugh
b. sneeze
c. cough
d. lay down

..but *dun dun dun* i did. -_-

but forreal, blog. i tried EXTRA really hard not to.

but today everyone just said so many funny things. and because you laugh when something is funny, i laughed. and then the wind was blowing around so i sneezed seven times. and i had to clear my throat. so i HAD to cough. because simply doing "ahem" with my throat was not enough to clear my throat. and i was dreadfully tired today so i laid down on the bed. to take a nap. and when i did all these things it hurt SO BAD.

because my abs were SORE. very sore. @_@ today, yesterday and yesterday yesterday our coach made us do a million leg lifts and other "abdominal exercises." and every time i laugh, sneeze or cough or lay down my abs start hurting horribly, blog. -_-

(note: steph--i changed abdomenal to abdominal. ARE YOU HAPPY NOW. -_- and the word abdomenal WAS spelled correctly according to microsoft word. yesterday, that is. but now it's not. i could see that it has those red squiggly lines under it. -_- ergh. i hate spelling things wrong. *shriek*)

and also yesterday we headed off to the weight room and we had to do push-ups. and now my arms are aching. so i'm hurting everywhere.

don't worry, blog. i'm not complaining. i'm just merely explaining why i'm paining. maybe you'll understand.

marianna thinks that it’s unfair that God is smarter than her. according to my mother, she and my mom were discussing it in the car on the way home.

and they came home and marianna kept saying: it's not fair. I WANT to be smarter than God. why is God smarter than me?

and i replied: but marianna, I'M smarter than you.
and she said: well, you're not a lot a lot smarter than me. so that's okae.

-_- what is THAT supposed to mean?

because i haven't read steph's blog in a while me, angela, and christina were reading it today. and she mentioned how her professor was writing really tiny.

so i said to angela and christina: yea, i don't like it when my teachers write small either. i can't ever see anything.

and angela responded: well, last year i had a small teacher. and i liked her. or something of the sort.

and me and christina exchanged puzzled glances. haha. i guess angela thought me and steph were talking about small teachers. :D

so abraham has a birthday party this saturday. it's also his friends' birthday party. because they want to celebrate it together. and I was invited to this birthday party by abraham's friends--and it's going to be at my house. *sob* i'm not even invited by my OWN brother.

-_- oh well. i don't need to be invited.

i'm supposed to be the "overseer" of the party anyway. and watch the kids. and hand out little presents and direct the games. (:

you're smart, blog. so i decided that i didn't need to teach you subtraction. or the other basic math. because after learning addition, you starting knowing everything already.

so since you're so smart, what does this word mean: epochal.

it keeps appearing everywhere in my us history book. -_-

when i was small, my mother always made me underline words that i didn't knoe in the book i was reading and look it up in the dictionary. and i didn't like it. because it was such a hassle.

and now i don't want to look this word up the dictionary. -_- but if i do, i'll become a little bit smarter because you knoe, i'll be learning a NEW word. it's an e-word too.

okae, blog. i got it. (: epochal means: highly significant, or important. heh. and it's an adjective.

to stupid steph and dumb darin: EPOCHAL evangeline. (: