In which I was caught facebook stalking…by my dad.

So I recently got a friend request from this guy who was my BEST badminton buddy

He quit a while ago and goes to some private school, so I kind of forgot who he was.

Thus, the stalking. While I was looking through his pictures (“Aaah. I remember you!”), my dad decides to walk into my room.

Akward father-daughter confrontation insues.

My dad made me delete him. x)

The world is a sad, sad, place.

Today at Smash City, when I was running up to get a net drop, I pulled a muscle in my leg. =..=

My left leg suddenly seized up, stopped working, and collapsed under me. My good buddy ****** saw me on my way down. He tried very valiantly to catch me by screaming and reaching his arms out in my general direction. From the opposite side of the court.

I landed on my face anyway. Owie.

Stupid jerk, you shoulda tried harder. D<

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And after the pain finally went away and I could finally walk, I tried wobbling to the exit.

Right before I reached the door, my left leg  seized up, stopped working, and collapsed under me…AGAIN.

This time I landed in the glass door.

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FML very much.