h[and/or] jaw

ok, so I am finally writing about my hand, which probably everyone knows about. on Friday, July 17, I was biking around a little on Mountainview when an ancient old lady was pulling out of a gas station. a man across the way crossed too, and I thought she was stopped for him, but he waved her to go. she never looked my way. it was too late to really brake. I slammed into the front of the car with my jaw, but then my bike got pulled under the car, and me on it - more specifically, my left hand on the brake. it got mangled while she continued to drive for twenty feet. afterwards, I got up and stumbled over to the grass strip, where someone called 911 and my house. I was in the hospital for eight hours. since then I have had several casts, a surgery and a lot of painkillers.

my jaw will probably be okay without surgery or wires; the next four weeks will be all soft foods and liquids (you should try these meal replacement shakes). my hand, however, remains in great pain. lots of physiotherapy to come. we shall see how this all turns out. meanwhile I am grateful for the use of my right hand. wish me luck in the coming weeks.

that's all for now!

ahead

For some reason I feel like meeting new people.
I also feel like seeing all my old friends.
These two things do not usually coexist with me!
Sarah was saying, while school was still on, "But I don't want to meet new people. I like the friends I have now!" and I agreed totally. And still do, in a way. But recently I've somehow gained the desire to see someone I've never met, and become friends with them.
Generous gift of God, for someone going into a totally unfamiliar place in the fall. Ai - it's still so daunting. But hey, I'll be meeting new people!

stumbler

Summer is very boring.
Every day is the same.
It's very boring.
Hello, world.
I should have prepared for this.
I want my friends!
Bleh.
I am sick of my present company.
(I'm alone at the moment.)