Okay so I was enjoying my three day weekend untill 1 I slammed my finger in the door, unfortunately it happened to hit in the exact spot where I happened to have a very old, very stiff scar, and guess what? My skin cracked right below the scar which gave it leverage to cut even deeper than it would have originally without the scar. So my finger has a gash in it, I'm bleeding all over the place, no one's home, and I can't find a band-aid. I eventually just folded up a piece of paper towel and taped it around my finger (and yes Jil I realize it may not have been very sterile.) 2 the very next day (Sunday) there's a big football game so my dad is inviting all his buddies to come over, which is fine except I HATE football, but they had to come and they did. CRAP! 3 I recently borrowed a book from my English teacher (yes I know it sounds weird, but just bare with me here.) So I'm reading this seriously awesome book of which I can't get enough of, and I keep reading untill the pages suddenly come to an end. Though I can't really explain how I felt, but I have to say I felt like crying and that's unusual. So here I am a bandaged finger, a room full of people cheering on a sport I strongly disapprove of, and a need for the second book in a series of three.
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