We’re sitting in Modern History class, talking about the history of the last two class period, which probably isn’t exactly what our teacher meant when we said modern history. Who cares? This is way more important anyway, right?
Noo, mayybe not. Maybe this is all just lame BS that I’m posting on the web just because I can. Can the web ever get too full? Like, if I was to spen dmy entire life spamming the internet with large media files that were possibly corrupt…would I break it?
Speaking of breaking thing, we come to our topic of the day!
Kylie has injured himself, and he doesn’t not know what to do. For the sake of keeping this as complicated as possible, I’m going to keep changing his name, but continue to talk about him, mmkay? Marie happens to be the biggest whore that I know, the one who dares to call his perfectly nice girlfriend a stripper. Well, we’re moving on from that and giving Aislyn a second chance. Now, the story we have to tell today, is with moderation from the man of the moment himself, Miss Margaret. He’s sitting next to me getting very angry that I would dare to call him Lisa. He sustained this injury whilst playing in the Homecoming football game (we lost, which was a tragedy), and he was just chilling out, making plays against the bad guys when…
Outta nowhere comes a helmet, BOOM, straight to his knee. He now has a torn ACL, which make him have to wear this ridiculous brace that goes all the way up his leg, then he’s going to have to go in for surgery.
Now, this is no laughing matter, so we’re going to include some informational photography to help you understand how serious this all can be.
I honestly feel sorry for the guy. I mean, I’ve sustained my own injuries of late, but this is something that will pain him for months or years, and it just sucks really bad, and I’m legitly about to cry for poor Zeta, so we’re going to move on.
Which leads me to the last part of this blog post. Tomorrow I shall by dying my hair colors. I will post pictures tomorrow.