Listening to the same song. Over, and over and over agian. I don't know why I don't stop. Maybe it's cause I'm crazy. I guess the world shall never know.
Anyway. "Beef and chicken borritos, what coming out of your speedos? It's bubbles, yeah, yeah, it's bubbles." A few younger kids on my swim team came up with this. I swear my insanity is spreading. We do very odd things.
I've killed my knee on a excersize bike. I won't say how. I will say that it hurts, and it still hurts even though I've been icing it, and taking pain killers. Yay me. My coach think I need to see a doctor. My mom won't take me. I'm not complaining... unless I'm trying to move somewhere and I can't cause I'm in too much pain.
I hate this. I almost killed someone with a water bottle. I don't know how. Aren't I smart? I'm all done now. K, bye.
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