The itsy bitsy spider...

Yesterday, last game of the season. We lost against Hercules. :( 7-9. I swear I jinxed it from one of my previous blogs. SORRYYY.

I got smashed with a birdie on my butt, thigh, back, and head. Diane accidentally smashed my hand with her racquet. IT'S OKAY. :D It was my fault because she called "mine" but didn't really process through my head until after. =_= That would've been a killer smash though. Made a straight red line mark, and a bruise that's almost to my knuckle and near my wrist. xD Thanks Diane for a great first season and dealing with my noobness. Next year we'll friggen pwn that-schools-butt-that-I-don't-want-to-name-or-else-I-might-jinx-it.

Someoneeee, let's go to APAC one day and play? :D Please, please, please? I don't want to put away my new racquet (but already chipped...) yet. D:

It's going to be weird to have freetime on my hands again.
I guess during my freetime, I'll get started on that 10-page essay for AP Lang.

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Anyway, today during school was good. It was until afterschool where the day just went down...
My grandma got one of her teeth pulled today. When I went to the car, it was heavily bleeding. So, we go all the way to Oakland with a bunch of tissue in her mouth. The receptionists was annoying me. We understood that we had to wait, and we were. I asked for tissue for my grandma when hers was heavily soaked with blood. She threw it away, and her mouth was filling up with blood. What did they not understand about, "CAN WE PLEASE GET SOME TISSUE? MY GRANDMAS MOUTH IS BLEEDING." No, one of them told me to wait for the other receptionist to finish talking on the phone. For what? FOR TISSUE? It wasn't until I yelled at her that she decided to get up and get some gauzes. Because my grandma's mouth was filled with blood, she spit it into the trashcan.

Later, the dental-assistant started nagging my grandma and I about her spitting thats why she can't stop bleeding and not enough pressure. Excuse me? I was in the car with my grandma for over an hour stuck in traffic and she did not spit at ALL. She only spit when the receptionist wasn't able to give her anything to soak up the blood with. Then all she told me was "exactly." Then she told me that my grandma needed to swallow whatever, instead of spitting it out. Uh, heck no.

I give them major brownie points for working all day, studying hard, and dealing with horrible patients/people like myself. I'm usually polite, but what the hell?

My parent's immaturity ruined my day even more. Honestly, how can they both be so blind? I don't want to go to work tomorrow. I'm probably going to end up being in the middle of them and say something that'll offend them both. I'll stay home with my grandma. :)

Have a good night, folks.

-- What is up with my neighbors? They play good music, but I don't enjoy hearing their trucks going in and out of their driveway in the middle of the night, thank you very much.