170 Grass Cuts But #YOLO

So yesterday, I went to a pool party with my church mates at the Whitehead's house (yeah, funny last name) and most of them went swimming but some of us didn't. (It was just too small of a pool to hold 22 people and the rock slide took most of the space) and so Nano, Celeste and I didn't swim but we were observing the people and out of our boredom, we made a game. There is this weird kid named Brandon and we made it a game where we were to count how many times Brandon slides or jumps off the rock slide. We were happy that it happened 20 times. When it got to 30, we were excited and Celeste went to roam around the house and found a grass hill. She came back to Nano and I and said, "If Brandon makes 40 by 8:35PM, let's roll down the grass hill!" and since we were bored, we decided to do it because #YOLO, I guess. We were slowly watching him and he made it to 40! Nano, Celeste and I jumped for joy and ran to the hill. It was Celeste, Me and Nano and then we counted to three and rolled down the hill! (LOL) Then the order it ended up was Me, Celeste and Nano. HAHAHAHA. We ran back up the hill and we realized how itchy we were and I realized I lost a footsie sock. Then we made another goal... If Brandon could make it to 50 by 9:00PM, we'll roll down again. He was slowing down but we were sure he'd make it and he kind of teased us because he would seem like he was going to go but he just sat there... (Mind you, he didn't even know we were doing this) this game turned into the most intense game we've ever made! It was like watching soccer during the World Cup. BUT, Brandon finally jumped the 50 with three minutes to spare! LOL. We jumped for joy and went back to the hill and we were in our normal formation and rolled down the hill. I think I rolled too far because I almost hit the tree and Celeste ended up rolling onto the sidewalk. HAHAHAHAHA! And then we went back up and we were even more itchy... It's not that we were allergic to grass but we realized that the long grass cut us.

Grass is different here in the States. If you don't mow your lawn/yard/backyard, the grass can get sharp. And this was healthy, long grass. But when you roll on it, it's not good. HAHA. And for the rest of the night, I felt like my grass cuts are everywhere and it was itchy. Grass cuts are like paper cuts! No joke. And then when I went home, I put a little bit of ointment to make it heal faster but I could feel it every time I move. And today while I was out all day, the sun didn't make it any better because it made me sweat and when sweat would run down my body and onto my cuts, it felt like lemon being squeezed on them!

When I went to the Mexican restaurant, I saw all my cuts and I counted them all. 170 grass cuts all over my body! sld;k fklsdj;lfkjsl;djfkdkhfoiwer.

But... You know... #YOLO. It was a good night with Celeste and Nano.

PS: Don't wear short-shorts and a t-shirt when rolling down a grass hill.

Wounded Update.

(Update: It's 5:35am right now...)

I had to wake up to redress my wound and holy fuck, my thumb and wrist is swollen! Sigh. When I took off the bandage on my thumb, I tried to bend it but it's so swollen that, for some reason, pus projectile'd out of my thumb! I quietly squealed, everyone's still asleep so I didn't want to wake them up but I was grossed out! And the wound on my wrist seemed to have closed up but the area and my thumb is still swollen. Sigh. It's only the first day. I hope it gets better the more I wash, clean, and redress it. I CAN'T AFFORD GETTING INJURED RIGHT NOW. Because I don't have the money nor the insurance to get it checked at a hospital. T_T thus, why I'm attending to first aid viciously.

Injured,

Otter

PS: I still love dogs though.

Mormons and My Wound.

So just five minutes ago, Indigo (yes, Indigo) had some connections that lead two Mormon Elders to me. I thank him for helping me out and trying to send people to “help me”. Even though I’m not religious, just the gesture was nice.

But in the midst of all that, Quazi (Emily’s dog) was growling at Astro and attacking the kennel. So I tried moving Quazi but just before I could touch him, he attacked my wrist.

I didn’t know how bad it was until Elder Larson and Elder Opeda handed me the Book of Mormon and then I saw how bad my wrist was.

THERE WAS A FREAKING HOLE IN MY WRIST AND I CAN SEE THROUGH MY SKIN.

Fuck. And I have MEPS next Thursday.