two hundred-thirty eighth.

dear (k)you,

well it seems that i haven't written to you about the latest thing that happened to me. since, as this person said, when things go wrong, they go REALLY wrong, unbelieveably coordinated me got into the stupidiest accident a week ago, and until now, my ankle is freaking BIG. i mean, it is HUGE -- and not to mention BLACK. it's freaking BIG and BLACK. it gives a whole new definition to elephantiasis. 

but anyway, it's slowly healing day by day, so no worries. the thing that's bothering me is the fucking little boy. AGAIN.

so here's the thing, he takes pride in the fact that he's like the smartest person in our batch. i don't give a shit, i'm happy for him. so naturally, when there's an upcoming contest/quizbee, he's the natural contestant. so this stupid quiz bee thing requires 3 people to be on the team. there's a single slot remaining and there are no other people to take it. so the little boy was like asking who would the third person be, and my friend suggested me. which is really sweet of her, i mean, i may not be the smartest person, but hey, i'm not the dumbest. 

BUT! the little boy answered something along the lines of, "oh can it be another person, she doesn't look smart" I MEAN FORREAL? REALLY? YOU SAY THAT?

MOTHERFUCKING --

okay i'm calm now. he's just so freaking FULL OF HIMSELF. he needs a good humbling experience. ASS.