In which Sarah goes emo.

I hate life.
Not really i love life.
But at this exact moment i am not too happy with life.

Today merely WALKING in my living room (carpet) i managed to strain the ligament in my right ankle. (i think i should mention that before high school i had never been to the hospital, and then in high school, because of my inherent clumsy-ness i am a regular at the ER now) When it happened there was a crack so loud that it was like thunder outside. After the crack i was on the floor. I thought for sure that I had broken my ankle, luckily not, but still I am annoyed that it is strained because it hurts like hell and more importantly, marching band. We have a tour a week from tomorrow (well i guess technically today) and then a parade the next day. I can't do either unless i can somehow prove to my parents that I can walk normal and without any pain, i am not allowed to judge if i am in pain or not though. This might possibly because i turned a minor sprain that should take a about two days to heal, into a four month long sprain-ganza. (I was at away band camp, and there was no way in hell i wasnt going to march...of course even when we got back i still marched, but i stopped running the laps[see i tried a bit to help])Anyway that sucks because its the last mb event of the season. And i have the SAT and charity ball tomorrow.


Blarrrrgggggghhhhhh