Okay Monday the 9th I got into a car accident which was the cat's fault (technically mine though) but get ready for the stupidity.
I hit a parked car and I was two blocks away from my house.
The road I was on is very narrow (as most roads in Ringwood are) because cars are parked in the street... there was a cat and i swirved over trying not to hit the cat. My foot slipped off the brake and hit the gas hard.. and BOOM. the air bag went off.
My parents were calm because:
when I stood up I couldn't breathe, my chest, right hip, left leg, my ring finger and middle finger on both hands, and my head hurt but the cat was okay.

The ambulance and police came. The police officer thought I was drunk or on drugs because my voice was muffled and everything... but I was sober and drug-free.

All i remember is cat and then air bag.

I was collared and put on this back brace thing and then went into the ambulance. My parents weren't that pissed because I had to go to the hospital in an ambulance no less.

I got to the hospital.. and got into a gown. Eddie texted me goodnight and I told him that I was in an accident and was in the hospital. He wanted to come, as did Dave Koch and Anetta. I had to go pee in a cup because they wanted to make sure that my kidneys were fine, sorry too much information. They gave me painkillers and I got x-rays done. The x-rays were fine, no broken bones no fractures. I got a note saying no gym for 7 days. I was instructed to take 3 advil every 6 hours.

A couple hours later I got home, went to sleep. Dave Kraemer woke me up at 12AM, wanted to know if I was okay. He told me I was incoherent as hell and sounded like I was sleeping. My mom told me when she checked on me in the middle of the night I had my phone open on me. I didn't remember any of that. I called Dave the next day asking if I spoke to him the previous night.

Tuesday:
I didn't go to school. I slept all day because it hurt to move... hurt to even breathe. After school Eddie came over. I looked like crap, laying on my couch in my pajamas... He felt bad because practically every time he touched me gently I was like OWWW. yeah. At the hospital I yelled at my mom for touching my hip, she said she wasn't touching it but her scarf was. I felt a piece of fabric on my hip and it hurt like hell.

My chest, fingers, both legs, and my hip (both sides) were bruised, and my head hurt like hell.

I went back to sleep all night.

I've slept like every single hour (even in school).
My car is like dead... but we're still seeing if it can be fixed.
If it cannot be fixed then I will probably get my dad's Saturn and he'll get a new car. I'm fine with that because I wasn't even expecting a car after my accident.

Yeah.
So my dad drives me to school now and my mom picks me up

So it's Sunday now and I'm still bruised and sore. I feel less sore though except for my chest.. it hurts to lay down, stand, sit, breathe, bend, and it hurts like hell to laugh.

Yeah.


I'm fucking invincible