Today I saw that kid that said, "Are you a fatty?" and said, "Hey, your that kid that needs to respect your elders!"
He actually smiled. It freaked me out. I thought he was gonna say something about me being old. But he didn't so I'm confuseded.
And last night at 9:30 my mom knocked over a vase, and then stepped on it. My mom is klutzyer than I am. Not a good thing. I get sacred when she holds a knife, because she once cut her thumb really bad with a huge one.
Anyway, so last night, at 9:30, I'm reading Fruits Basket peacefully in my room, when my mom says, "Carly?"
I sigh. "What?"
"I need help".
"What did you do this time?" I walk out of my room, and toward the living room.
"I think I cut my self pretty bad".
I look in, and she's holding TONS of paper towels over her foot.
"Mom!"
"Can you go get me my toothbrush?"
Why...?!"
"I don't want to go to the ER with a stinky mouth".
"But...! The ER?! Are you-?!" I think I started crying. If you saw my mom's foot at the time, you would've gotten why.
I got her toothbrush, she made a few calls, and finally my granma came and took us to the ER.
She ended up getting stitches on three layers, and the cut was an inch and-a-half deep. So disgusting. Yeah, interesting day, huh?
Wildheart_WarriorCat · Fri Oct 12, 2007 @ 05:58am · 0 Comments |