It's finals week, and I'm at home. I hate my knees, they must have something wrong with them, cause I twisted my leg and dislocated my OTHER knee. What the fuck? I can't stand my body, I wasn't even doing anything stupid. I was purely walking with my friends, we weren't doing anything dangerous. I fell at the front of a parking lot. Someone was like "Um, can you please move?" ...Um NO lady, I have a dislocated knee and I'm laying on the ground SHAKING. Welcome to Larchmont. Well, my knee has never ever hurt more. I think it's cause my knee cap didn't pop right back in. They drugged me, and I was out while they fixed it. I have no idea what they did to me. Of course, they had to cut me and Liz's favorite pants. I was wearing my gray jeans, and they had to cut them off me. Great, in my underwear crying surrounded by doctors, what a day.