So there was a storm here last night, and there was water coming out of the fire-place. Yeah it was that hectic. And the pool over flowed. And my tadpoles [ well not my tadpoles, but I'm the one who won't let anyone kill them, seeing as how they're living in our pool, which now we can't swim in. ] were swimming around on the walk way next to the pool, where they do not belong, but we put them back in.
I was up stairs with my Mom reading, and I went down stairs to get a drink from the kitchen.
I then proceeded to slip on the wet floor, and land on my but, with my head making contact with the bottom of the fire place.
Yeah, so I don’t really remember what happened after that, but apparently, I keep asking the same questions over and over, told my parents who I like, and bleed on everything.
All in all, I remember nothing, my head isn’t that sore, but my Mom shaved a chunk of my hair off, my poor hair. It didn’t do anything except get in the way.
Oh and I won’t be leaving the house until I figure out how to at least brush my hair. And hopefully wash it, but I’ll settle for getting the blood out.
I can’t see my battle wound, but my brother took a picture I do kinda know what it looks like.
It’s weird, having this thing on your head that’s gives off a kind of dull ache. And the sun’s already setting and I have no idea where the day went, cause I was either asleep or my memory is fuzzy.
Hmmm… 
Pretty reckless way to start the New Year, huh?
Happy New Year all!! 
xX
Ch@os 
