Last night I went to the Keys with Mary, Pedro, Ray, Natasha and a dude named Danny, and we did... nothing.

Not to say that "nothing" is a bad thing. The drive was nice; everyone was singing along in the car and getting along. When we arrived, there were mostly pathetic attempts at catching fish (haha - they were so tiny and slimy!) and then a lot of staring out into space, at least for me. That happened for a couple of hours.

I was bummed the whole duration anyway, which totally didn't help. By the time the excursion was over, I was sleepy. Most everyone slept in the car on the way back, and I didn't get home until five. I was just glad I had something to do, that night, and I got to chill out with some of my friends, despite that I was feeling icky.

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First off, I pierced my other hip; yay for me.

Secondly, what the hell?

I went to the doctor today. They told me about my toe and said it needed stitches, I should have gotten them, it might heal but they might also have to cut off the flap of skin if my body doesn't take it back and it'll have to heal that way. That... sucks.

After that, my mom told them about my icky weight loss (I usually weigh 143; today I weighed 135) and then then decided to draw blood, and that I needed a Tdap (tetnis, diptheria and somethin' else) vaccination.

I hate needles with a passion. So I got an injection, and now my upper left arm hurts ungodly bad. Then they drew blood... or, tried to. The girl was obviously a newbie, and she got my arm all pumped and the vein popping out and then she missed. She missed my vein. It was right there! Blue and bulging and disgusting, and the lady missed! So she stuck me, and nothing happened, and then she had to stick me in my other arm, the arm I got the shot in. Thankfully this time, she was successful, but it was one stick too many for my taste.

Oy ve. I have so many injuries...

It's been forever since I've spent an entire day, just sitting.

I feel disgusting, listless, restless, lethargic, woozy, spacey, and even a little bit melancholy.

I've been inside, chilling, and I've never wanted to escape more than I do today. Not even yesterday, when I thought everything was going wrong. At least there was chaos!

Current Injury Tally:
One ankle scrape (left)
One ankle bone scrape (right)
One forearm scratch (right)
One knee scrape (left)
Two rug burns (both knees)
One forearm bruise (right)
One upper arm bruise (left)
One giant meaty gash (left foot, index toe)
Three small cuts (left foot, middle and fourth toes)

I'm seriously fucked up. I get hurt like, all of the time. It's disgusting, the amount I get hurt. Unfortunately, I seem doomed to an existence of... being hurt for no reason, and often times by myself because I am too clumsy to function on a daily basis.

I'm glad I don't have a job where I work with sharp things...

My mom told me that high heels would cure my clumsiness, and I told her that high heels would only help me break my neck faster.

Seven thirty, seven thirty! Ahhh!

It's not every day (night) you have to sleep next to your topless friend and her naked boyfriend, whose names happen to be *Cough.* Mary and Pedro. *Cough.*

I sort of realized that... I don't really write anything real here, and no one really reads it, and yet I just did away with the entire rest of my site in exchange for... this? I feel foolish. It's still all there, of course, it's just hiding, but I'm so tired of feeling guilty about never updating or posting new art or... anything... that I just put it down, at least for a little while.

I want to sleep, but I feel so gross; haven't showered in a day due to laziness and being at Mary's whilst the lovely Pedro floats around... Ugh.