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Alida: A 23-year-old Canadian exploring the infinite abyss that is New York City.

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Wed, Apr. 9
... The only lyrics running through my head are from Joe, and I'm not using anymore of those
Grrr. My stupid computer at home is not working. Bleah. I still have to get the internet and everything set up on my laptop, and then I'll be good to go with that, but I'm afraid I've lost all the information I've got saved on my computer. We'll see, I guess, if it can be salvaged somehow. *sigh*

I'm having a productive-feeling day. I want to do something this afternoon to keep the feeling going... maybe I'll have to spend a couple of hours working on my papers that I have to do still. I'll see how motivated I am once I'm finished eating lunch.

Hmm. Jordan gave me whiplash a year ago. That was entertaining.

And Laurel's here for lunch now, so I'm going to go have fun with her.

One year ago today: So, normally, we have it all choreographed out, and we know exactly what to do, when to fall, and everything, but there's this one point where Jordan pushes me away, and today when he did, I was standing at a funny angle, and he pushed at a funny angle. Anyways... I went over backwards, and I could just feel it coming. I felt myself go straight over, and I could sense everything coming, but couldn't stop it.. first my bum hit the ground, and then it was like I bounced, and my head hit the ground. I must have put out my had to stop myself, because my wrist hurts like hell. It didn't at fisrt--that was more of a mild headache and jarring--but now it hurts to bend my fingers (especially my thumb), and I'm working pretty much one-handed. That's not quite normal, is it?
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posted at 12:38 p.m.