Now he's bleedin' in a vacant lot

Things not worth saying 101.2
-When Dad came home the first thing he said to me was a question about wether I “…did anything productive today” (I had to fight the urge to point out that ‘productive’ is a relative idiom… the urge to tell him about the young minds that he is manipulating and the urge to ask if he thinks it’s “Worth it”… if he feels it’s his ‘place’ to screw with the minds of others… [/annoyance] then again I don’t really mind). Later he said to me that he thought I was “paralysed” the response I came up with in my head was comparable to a conversation I had with Ro once (I’m so much more articulate in conversation then on paper… probably because in conversation the ideas speak for themselves and if you’re waffling on, you can do it quickly so people don’t notice. On paper everything can be judged, assessed picked apart and demerited) which was in an entry a few weeks ago.

Rugby Leauge 1.0
*sings "Wednesday, Wednesday, Wednesday, Wednesday, Wednesday night's alright!!"*
We won the game! 30 to 6 (they only scored once, with three minutes to go)!! WOO!! I love Stare Of Origin! *grins foolishly* The half-time phone call was awesome as always. Sometimes I really love that darn Trefyn... I barely remember what we talked about, but it was nice, just talking. I was reminded of the time I called her and we talked for an hour and a half (but then we got disconnected. I called back and we spoke for another half hour before Mr Francis got mad at us and say we had to get off the phone), I'd never been on the phone to anyone for longer than ten minutes before that day... :) Memories.

Things not worth saying 101.3
-*sigh* Some Dresden Dolls lyrics keep swirling around in my head… “I used to be the smart one, sharp as a tack. Funny 'bout how skipping years ahead has held me back. I used to be the bright one, top in my class. Funny what they give you when you just learn how to ask. I used to be the bright one, smart as a whip. Funny how you slip so far when teachers don’t keep track of it. ”
But to explain all the reasons behind that would make my fingers very sore from typing.
-I just want my damn foot back. ARGH!! Physical immobility wreaks havoc with my mental stability!!