So i feel that if this story is not worth being written down in a weblog, then I personally don't know what does. Okay. So my story begins at about 5:30 last night. I was sitting in my apartment doing homework and waiting for some pork loin that I brought up from home to thaw. So, this is where I get stupid. I decide that I'm too hungry to wait for this frozen chunk of meat to thaw, so i try to stick it in the microwave. The container it's in doesn't fit. So I take a steak knife out of my drawer and start hacking off pieces. I'm doing this for about 5 minutes and I haven't got a single piece off . Then all of a sudden the knife slides forward. The next thing I know the knife is literally THROUGH my hand. It went in on one side and came out on the other. Now I move my hand back instictively and the knife comes out, I grab a couble of paper towels, and put as much pressure as I can on my hand. Now I'm freaking out. I'm pacing and I think I'm going through some shock. So I call my roommate Brian who is at another apartment studying. By the time he gets back, I've calmed down a little and realized that I could still move all of my fingers fairly well under the circumstances and I decided that no tendens were cut or bones broken. So we drive to the ER room, and this old receptionist guy says that my wound isn't that bad and I should go to this clinic so I wouldn't have to pay for an ER visit. So we go to this clinic thats like ten minutes away and they tell us that we need to go to this other clinic so they can take a x-ray scan. So we go to this other clinic like another 15 minutes away and they tell my that the wound is too big and tell me to go back to the hospital ER. So we drive back to the ER. It's now 8:30 and I'm a little tired of having a gap in my hand without anyone fixing it. So my docter comes to see me at around 9:30 and tells me that since the knife went completely through my hand that they're only going to put 2 stitches on one side and some bandaid thing on the other. So they do this and I go to my apartment, eat, and finish the homework I was working on. So the moral of this story is that steak knives are sharp.

i just woke up thirty seconds ago from my sister saying i had to get a xanga account...well here i am. as of right now, august of 07, i am 19 years old, i go to Lake Land College studying physics, and i plan on transferring to Eastern after this year.