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I just published a stack of entries that were drafts up till now.

I guess..because I decided that this blog is already fairly personal, and, even if someone found this accidentally and they read it...I really don't care anymore.

So, there you are. Out in the open.

My sister got in a car accident last week. The car flipped over. 360.

I think..some of the stuff that I put in here is stuff I don't really feel like talking about out loud. Not all, but some.

But anyway. She's totally fine. She rented a white Dodge Neon. It's fairly nice. Gas is "soft," as my dad puts it, and the steering wheel is stiff, which feels nice at the same time that it's a little awkward, because when I made a right turn I would go too far into the left lane.

Say good-bye, farewell, adieu, Godspeed, to the blue-green Corolla.

Challenges today. James and Jennie were gone, and so was Emma, so after a while, when we had no more players to play, Coach decided to pit David and me against Alex and Lisa. I think he wants my self-esteem to just diminish entirely, because after we lost, I felt like total shit. I think I would have felt better if we had lost to Jennie and James or Emma and Chi, which is completely illogical even to my own ears, because I certainly did not expect to win. I mean, I knew from the start--when Coach called us out, the only thing I was thinking in my mind was "Fuck, fuck, fuck." And it's not that I would expect to win against James and Jennie or Emma and Chi either, but I still felt pretty crummy. We lost, 3-15, both sets.

Gah. Whatever.

Oh, yeah. My doctor said the inflammation in my throat was gone, but I'm taking a while to recover because I keep talking, which is something I can't avoid. But I guess I have to swim tomorrow. Gnehh.

My eyes hurt from looking at this screen.

I brought three bottles of water with me to school today, and I drained them all during the 12.25 hours that I spent there.

My most impressive record yet.