Talk about taking a long time to post a new one of these...wow.

Meh. Nothing out of the ordinary happening here. Going to classes and surviving the winter life until May when Mayfaire starts again.

Bunches of new choreography for ya'll :D

New solo is in the works as well.

Other than that, nothing much else to report.

Hope everyone has a wonderful end of Winter and beginning of Spring :]<3

So here's what I remember that happened.

Allison(my 12 year old sister) and I were going out to 28th street to run some errands before I had to pick up the boys.
We got onto the exit ramp from 96 and I started slowing down like I was supposed to. Instead of cooperating, WE THINK my car hit a patch of something, or one of the tie-rods broke, because when I went to turn it didn't work. We ended up heading to the guardrail, and Allison said I swore or something.

The next thing I remember is a lady prodding my leg asking me if I'm okay, and seeing Allison outside talking on the phone.
It felt like a really bad dream to me, because I didn't remember anything. She said the police and ambulance were on their way. I then talked to a police officer who was kind of a jerk when I told him I didn't remember anything. So he gave me a speeding ticket--2points--and left.
The paramedics didn't let me get out of the car, they thought something was wrong with my neck, so they put me on the backboard thing, and strapped me down and made sure my head and neck were supported and put me into the ambulance.
I think I blacked out again, because the next thing I remember was a lady who told me she knew Erica Snyder. She started with the basic tests for the hospital stuff, and poked a needle in me. That sucked.
When I got to the hospital, a really nice nurse lady came and told me they had to cut my clothes off. I cried because I was wearing my favorite shorts. And new underwear.
That was depressing.
After that, Dr. Finely came in and ordered a CAT scan and several other x-rays for me.
The boy that wheeled me to the CAT scan room was cute. It made me sad that I looked icky.
I had my CAT scan, and my other x-rays without throwing up, though I did come close.
When I got back to the room I first went to, Dr. Finely came in and said I was okay, and told me that they didn't have to hold me overnight. He prescribed extra strength vikadin and a muscle relaxer so I wouldn't be too sore today.
We went home and I had ice cream and mom washed my face and I went to bed.

The question of Allison.
I think I turned the car so my side hit first, thus absorbing the greatest shock of the impact. Her airbag went off, but she wasn't hurt at all. They x-rayed her neck, and I think something else, but she's totally fine. She's really sore, and has a bit of whiplash and a fat lip. I am so proud of her, and incredibly happy she decided to come along. If she hadn't, I have no idea how long it would have been before I got medical attention. I love her soooo much.

The damages?
My car is totaled.
Allison is totally okay.
My face looks like someone dragged me across concrete by my feet.
I can't really hear out of my left ear (that's from the noise the airbag made, it'll be fine in a couple weeks)
I have several cuts on my chest, and some on my legs.
My right arm is all cut up and bruised. And it's sooooo sore, they thought I broke it, but I didn't.

So all in all I'm okay. Just really pained right now, and wanting to sleep forever.

Visitors are welcome...it's boring sitting around your house all day with nothing do to.
If you want to call/message first, that'd be cool too.
Just remember that I look terrible...no...worse than terrible. So be prepared.

The end.