oh my god WHY don't they have a "swolen" mood? Jeeez. AND I KNOW THAT NOBODY'S GOING TO READ THIS ENTRY BECAUSE IT IS SOOOOO LONG, BUT I'M WRITING IT OUT SO THAT I CAN LOOK AT IT LATER. Anyway hello. Friday I stayed over at Sarah's house and we watched House Of 1000 Corpses. Pretty gay film, but it made us laugh. Then yesterday, me and Sarah went to the park and we thought, "hey, let's get the video camera and make a JACKASS FILM!!!" and so, we practised going as high as we could on the swings, then jumping off. It was good fun. Until i landed on my right foot with all my wait pressing against it, and i heard it go CLICKKKKK!. Then I was sitting on the floor SCREAMING in pain, but Sarah just laughed at me. That was about 10am. My foot was hurting like a bitch. Sarah told me to put cream on it, but I knew that wouldn't help. About an hour later I fell out with her because she was pissing me off. "why don't you want to stay over another night? why don't you want to stay over another night??" "BECAUSE MY FOOT IS KILLING ME!" Anyway we made up and I thought, "awww, i'll put cream on it just for fun." then I looked at my ankle. "that's a big ankle, i'll look at the other one and see that they're the same size." i thought. and guess what. MY ANKLE HAD SWOLEN SO IT WAS FOUR TIMES BIGGER THAN MY OTHER ONE. Now it was 8:30pm. I had spent about 10hours running around on a swolen ankle that i never knew existed. so i got rushed home and i was lying down on the sofa for ages. now i'm back. my pentagram on my arm is still red. anyway, all week i've adding to it, making sure it doesn't fade. life's a grave, dig it. rhian.