So my baby brother was born. Yaaaay! I actually am happy. He is just so tiny and cute. Today he is six days old. Now I officially have two siblings. I wanted younger siblings so bad when I was a kid and now I have two. One six years old and one six days old. I am so blessed :3 I finally know his name. It's Gabriel but I keep calling him Chase. I have to think for a moment before I say his name. Most of the time I don't even catch myself. My dad is also having the same problem. Whenever he is talking about the baby he pauses before saying his name as if he has forgotten it. I'm sure he is gonna grow up thinking his name is Chase because I can't see myself stopping calling him Chase any time soon.
My dad joked that he was throwing up a west side gang sign.
I did a really dumb thing today. I the morning I was looking for my pencil during my first class and was putting a bunch of stuff on the desk. One of the things was my Batman knife. My friend quickly grabbed it and said that I could get in trouble if it was seen and that I needed to be careful. Later I get home and I wanted to open a package so I took out my knife to cut it. My hand slipped and I stabbed my hand. The point went straight in in that webbed part between my thumb and index finger. It didn't go too deep but needless to say it began to gush blood. I washed it off and held a piece of rolled of toilet paper against it tightly. I went through two wads before it slowed. I put a small band-aid and all better, at least until half an hour later when I noticed there was a dark circle in the bandage. I took it off to replace it and blood quickly began to flow out. I repeated the above and it stopped. The dark spot on the bandage staying a dot for a few hours. I it fell off a moment ago when I washed my hands but I decided to let it air throughout the night. Guess what though? It's started to bleed a little. My friend is going to find it so funny that the same day she tells me to be careful with the knife, I stab myself with it.
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