if you hadn’t already heard, i velcro’d my face to a pulp today.

here’s the scoop: every morning i come in early to set up and such. one of my tasks is to turn the gymnasium lights on. the thing is, the switches are on the wall opposite the door. so i blindly walk across to the other side in the pitch black every morning to turn them on. yesterday we had set up an obstacle course, and cleaned up everything but the gymnastic mats that we used, which were folded up in the middle of the gym. so, as you may have guessed, on my way across the usually-empty gymnasium, i fell over the mat. on the way down i hit my wrist on the floor (luckily my watch was unbroken) and you know that velcro that’s on the mats to attach them together? — my face literally was velcro’d by the scratchy part. i spent about five minutes laughing hysterically, in a pitch black empty gymnasium, before i realized i should probably get up before someone saw me.

i’m currently bandaged and feeling a bit better, although i do look a bit like nelly the rapper. oh well.

yesterday i misjudged where a wall was a accidentally ran into it.

today i got asked five billion times why my face looks like this:

( megan recommended i tell people i got in a barfight, because saying, “oh, i ran into a wall,” sounds really lame. and it is. )

everyone, it seems: geez lan! what happened to your face?!
lan: uh, i don’t want to talk about it.
everyone: tell me! tell me!
lan: nah.
everyone: do it!

lan: oh fine. so i was chasing this kid and i was about to tag him, when he threw the flag to one of his teammates. oh yeah, we were playing capture the flag. so yes, the kid tripped and i couldn’t stop in time, so instead of falling on him and probably severely injuring him, i decided i wouldn’t. so i tried to fall next to him instead, but this just ended up with me landing face-first on the ground. after laying there for a minute, i got up, and felt extremely dizzy. that’s when i tasted the blood. seems my forehead was bleeding a lot. my face was literally covered in blood. the kids did not appear to like this. i woozily managed to pick up the pieces to my broken sunglasses (*sob*), walk to the bathroom, clean off the blood, and take a seat next to jamie to fill out an incident report. those aren’t any fun, let me tell you that. i was band-aided and then given a freeze pop to ice the large bump on my head, for we had run out of ice packs the day before. and that is why my face is looking like it is, and feeling like it is now. now stop talking to me.

Hmm, what to say about camp. Well, you already know that I sprained my ankle. Other news? Not much. I demonstrated a tippy test, which is always a blast. I also took it with a counselor that was scared to do it, SWAT, who is a riot. (This was before the ankle accident.) On Thursday we went bowling. I bowled a 103, 96, 89, and 78, in that order. I always get worse the more I play. And on the day we came back to Rochester to go to the doctor, I bought a hundred bucks worth of books. My choices? Then He Ate My Boy Entrancers, Girls In Pants: The Third Summer of the Sisterhood, The Year Of Secret Assignments, and Thirsty. and Liz got The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time, which I have been meaning to read. Plus HPatHBP comes out July 16th!!!!

I’m back from camp for a few hours. Why? To go to the doctor for my sprained ankle. That’s right guys, I sprained my knee last Wednesday playing softball, and this Wednesday I sprained my ankle walking to Shangri-La. There is totally something wrong with me, I swear.

I’m coming home for the weekend tomorrow.

David Morrith’s graduation party today. It wasn’t that boring. I played Frisbee with Liz. Yeah. I refused to go swimming so Liz was mad because she wanted to go, but being the dorkazoid that she is, wouldn’t. Later she gave in and decided to go home and get her suit. 20 minutes later she came back, with Kate in tow! Turns out Kate was hanging at my house because she thought the party ended at 5. So Kate came to the party. My mom was nice and packed a pair of boy’s shorts, a hockey jersey, and my swim cap. She knows why I don’t like swimming. It’s the swimming suits. And getting my hair wet. I love my mom! So I went swimming, which felt great ’cause it was freaking hot out! Later we had cake.

I gave in and my mom’s getting me a doctor’s appointment tomorrow.

The injury I received yesterday is surely comparable to a permanent charley horse in my knee muscles. I’d like to complain more than that, but I’m fairly certain you don’t want to hear about it. But I do hope my parents don’t make me go to the doctor. Ugh.

My last exam was today, woot! It was bio and it was a regents, but I had enough time to do the exam twice, so I think I did all right. School’s officially out! I might go to camp for a few hours tomorrow while Liz is at Six Flags with her class. We’re leaving officially Tuesday morning. I’m super excited.

We won our softball game. In the 6th inning a ball was hit way over my head in center field so I ran back to grab it. As I reached for it I slipped and landed on my back, after hearing my knee make a horrible popping sound. I had the ball in my hands, but I knew I couldn’t get up so I threw it where I estimated my teammate Kristen was. She caught it and we made the play. Coach took me out the 7th inning though, because I was limping. I’m so lame.

Health today, Geometry tomorrow.

Liz totally hit me in the eye with a racquetball today while we were playing catch in the street. So I fell down and sat in the middle of the street until my mom yelled at me to move, so I sat on the curb instead. I stayed there for 10 minutes until I could open my okay eye. Liz brought me ice and I sat there as I listened to all the asian people walk past talking in some other language, probably about the purple haired girl sitting on the curb moaning with a ice pack on her eye. Probably.