ouch. my finger.

hey. well yay i have a live journal now. yipee. whatever. um today started out not so good. well the not so good part happened last night when i foolishly decided to make my own dinner: roast beef hash. well when i was opening the can BAM SCRAP yah.. my thumb was nearly cut off and so i had this deep gash on my finger and i started yelling out profanity (thank god no one was home) and as i held my bleeding thumb under the faucet, my sister's pug was just standing there grinning at me with her head tilted to the side. and so i cussed at Pheobe (the pug) because i just really needed someone to blame for my stupidity. so then i started looking for a bandaid in the medecine cabinet which i think there is a bandaid thief lerking around our house because i couldnt find a single one. well and as i was doing this, i had to pull my hand from the sink and blood was dripping all over the floor and counters and Pheobe was trying to lick it up thinking it was food or something... gross... so then i finally found a foot long strip of gauze and so i wrapped it up a hundred times hoping that it wouldnt bleed through. gosh it hurt so badly. so then to calm down i started watching tv and fell asleep and only woke up when it was 11:00 and i realized i had a monster physics test the next morning. so i studied for a little while with my bleeding gauzed thumb and at 12:30 i finally gave up. well this morning, i woke up and my thumb was doing a little better, but i wasnt, cause i knew i was going to fail a physics test today. yay! so i just stayed in bed and decided that maybe i'd just sleep through it. so when my mom came in to rant and rave about me not getting up, i just pretended i was in a coma and moaned and coughed and said "ouch momma. my finger hurts and its bleeding really badly." and gave her my tired puppy face. sooo... she let me sleep until 10:45 and i was content. well then i came to school and the day went by as it usually does. then i came home and my dad had to pick me up cause he took my car keys away because i had lost my chevron card and had no way to pay gas. gah i need a job. so i've been without a car for 3 days. BUT. HA!!! when i came home.... guess what I found... yes... the chevron card. YES! yeah so when he gets home, im gonna float it in front of his face and be like "HA i told you i'd find it. HA. you thought i was stupid didnt yah.. HA" and then poke him on the shoulder cause thats what he does to show people who is boss. well so my day is getting better... although its hard to type right now with this massive bandaid (we finally got some) on my thumb. yeh, the cut is really deep and ugly... i think i might take a picture of it. how exciting. but now im off now to go poke my dad cause i think he's home. then.. uh i dunno what im doing? think ill call patrick or something. well wow this is a lot easier than my stinking retarded website on angelfire. FINALLY.