Orange Juice

When your Orange Juice in your fridge expires the week that you graduate, that's when things start getting scary.

Almost too scary.

Oh, and I guess I dislocated my knee cap at the Senior Banquet. The POP I heard was my knee cap coming out of where it is supposed to be. And later that night when I heard another noise coming from my knee that floored me because of the pain, that was my knee cap going back into the joint. It pretty much sprained every thing that could be sprained next to me knee. And it bruised my bone. Ouch. It's still sore, but I can walk on it without a brace and crutches, and it's tons better that before.

Spring break was okay. It was good to be home, even thugh I had to go to the doctor 3 times and get an MRI cuz of the ol' Thriller injury.... I got some stuff done on thesis. Not as much as I hoped, but I got some done, which is good. Now it's time to lock and load. Take no prisoners. Hide you women and children. Put on your Sunday best kids:

We're going to Sears.