  I really want a LiveJournal. And my finger hurts like a bloody mother. Mood: Owie Music: "Tiny Little Song" by Takehito Koyasu Random Thought: ... WHAT THE HELL IS THIS? Currently: Bitching about shitty webmistresses Currently @: Home. Unfortunately. Bitchy and shitty webmistresses can go to hell.
Unfortunately, only three other people know what I'm talking about, and it will STAY that way. I can't risk her finding out how much I hate her. ... actually, I can. -_-" I'm not the one affiliated with her. Thank God. Vanessa, your bunny is evil.
Anyhow, PE was awesome. Really, it was. XP It was 6 girls against 5 other girls. FOOTBALL. Teams! Susan, Christina, Charmaine, Frances, and Me vs. Sheila, Tiffany, Krupa, Tasha, Someone, and Someone.
We won. 6 to 3. Susan scored 1, Frances scored 2, and I scored 3 touchdowns. And sprained my finger in the process. Bloody. That hurt. 
