Now That's A No No.

Hi. I'm back! The CIA/FBI people never came after me, but maybe that's just because they know where I live and that I would never spend so much money just to go to the U.S. to blow up some ex president.

This morning I tripped walking up the stairs to my room and scraped my knee and foot (again). Making the existing cut on my foot bigger. Thinking nothing of it, I continued to walk to my room. By the time I got there, I looked down and realized there was a small pool of blood coming from my foot. I put on a band-aid on and walked out of my room, only to realize that I had left a long dotted trail of blood.

Knowing that my mom would freak out if she found out that I bled all over her new carpet, I grabbed a sponge, some soap, and a tiny bucket of water and began scrubbing the carpet on all fours, praying that my mom didn't plan on coming out of her room anytime soon.

When I finished there was a distinct soap scent that filled the hall. In a desperate attempt to hide said soapy smell I ran to the storage closet, grabbed ferbreeze and airwick and began running up and down the stairs while spraying.

Of course my mom just had to walk out while I was frantically running up and down the stairs spraying everything in sight. She just shook her head and walked away. At least I didn't get in trouble right?

So I went out with my mom today to the library. Sounds bad. I know. It wasn't.

When I was about to walk down the stairs I tripped (on the carpet perhaps?) and rolled down the stairs. Sounds bad. I know. It wasn't. But then my dress flew up and 20 innocent bystanders were then finding themselves looking at my undies. Now that's a no no.

I'd tell you more about my embarrassing moment, but I'd rather not corrupt the innocent reader's minds.

Your daily 5:
1. I didn't find out I had a middle name til I was in 6th grade. My parents never told me.
2. My uncle named me because my dad decided to go hang out with his friends instead.
3. I've shot a gun before. I was suppose to shoot a target, but I missed and I'm pretty sure that the bullet hit a bird...Poor birdie...D:
4. I'm a veggie person. I don't like killing animals.
5. I resort to violence though I try not to. One time in 9th grade, some really short asian kid jumped out and tried to mug my best friend and I. I punched him in the face, and my best friend kicked him where it hurts. Then we walked away. He threatened us with a Swiss knife. :\