Wow...

Cool so this is my very first blog, and I absolutely love the idea of making one. I find that alot of times it is much easier to ramble on about your life in writing rather than having to speak it to someone. It's such a great way to let everything out. Anyway, I wasn't sure what to write for my first blog, so I reminisced about different things that aren't too boring that have happened in my life recently. I remembered one incident that happened about three hours ago. Not that interesting at allll, but now that I look back on it, I guess it's pretty funny.

First, some background...so, my beautiful sister Cassidy came down to visit me from Massachusetts for a week, and we had a great time. :) My town is soo boring, but we still had fun. One night, Cass shut off the light beside my bed, and as she swung her hand back down, she accidentally knocked over "Thomas", a creepy little Irish leprochaun figurine. When we flipped the light back on, we realized his feet were severed from his body...so now it's a FOOTLESS creppy little Irish leprochaun figurine. Haha. Maybe it's just my eyes playing tricks on me, but I'm convinced he moves to different places in my room on random occasions. I dunno, I'm pretty sure a couple of times it was my friends just trying to freak me out ... hopefully. Since he's so creepy, Me and Cass always joke now that since we cut off his feet, he's probably going to murder me in my sleep. Haha.

Ok, so here's the story: Earlier today I found some old super glue, which I thought was perfect to glue thomas's feet back on. I couldn't get the twisty cap open, so instead, I tried pulling the cap off. Unfortunately, I ripped off the entire lid from the tube, so now the lid is detatched and can't go back on at all. It's a blessing and a curse having these incredible muscles of mine. :) Anway, being stupid, I set the super glue on my bathroom counter, and left to go get a plastic bag to put it in so I could throw the super glue away without in running and sticking in my trash can. Buuuut, I ended up getting distracted and forgot to get the ziploc. During this time, the tube managed to fall over and spill, completely covering a section of my bathroom counter. Upon returning, seeing the spilt glue, I grabbed it to get it off, this being my first reaction to the situation. However, as I did this, I super glued all ten...yes all ten...fingers to one another. In a desperate attempt to un-stick my fingers, I tried biting through the plastered-on glue. This was one of the worst ideas, because my front tooth got glued to my fingers. Yes, try to imagine me with my right hand glued to my front teeth, while my left hand, without being able to open my fingers, is trying to tear my hand from my mouth. Those are the times when I wish I had a reality TV show...I could make like a thousand bucks just for being an idiot. haha. After most likely tearing off the first layer of the enamel on my tooth, I instantly ran steaming hot water in my sink and soaked my fingers for about ten minutes. After the glue became more soft, I took one of those foot scrubber tools and tried scraping off the glue from my fingers. I got most of it off, but some of my fingers still have some crusty glue crap on them. Annnnd one tube of tooth paste later, I had sucessfully removed the superglue from my teeth.Yeah...I had a rough twenty minutes.

Anyway, so yeah...I hope that story wasn't too incredibly boring. I'm sure in the future my blogs will be filled with way better experiences and happenings, but as for now, that super glue story is all I got. Ha. Ok, well I'm going to the beach for a week with my two best friends, so I'll write about my adventures there when I return. Peace!