Gah, well I was in a wreck last night, coming home from a show. Jody's car is totalled (it was a honda civic. .. not quite a match for one of those new-obscenely large-ford trucks), and Dana's sore as fuck. . .but we're okay. They made us go to the hospital because we're under 18 . . .and well, my face got roughed up by the air bag. . . seriously. . I'm a cross between Mick Jagger, Angelina Jolie, and Rudolph. We're already thinking of a story for school, I mean I hurt my foot too. . so I have the gangster walk down pat. ^__^

Anyway, I got a nifty ice pack from the hospital that I can strap to my face. . didn't notice that part last night. . . of course I couldn't even light a fucking cigarette. . (which turns out is a bad, bad idea anyway with burnt/busted lips *shudders*) and I'm thinking that once the swelling goes down I'll turn all kinds of pretty colors. The nice paramedic guy reminded me that air bags deploy at about 200mph and likened it to being sucker punched by Mike Tyson. Also mentioned that without my seatbelt I'd probably have become one with that truck. >.< Which means I'll here after have to throw fits whenever somebody doesn't wear one within the general vacinity of me.

Mum flipped out (I ended up having to sign myself out of the hospital because I couldn't get them to wake up) . . . after Dana dropped me off, at which point I was dearly regretting the seat belt.

And since she only let me get 3 hours of sleep, if that, I think I'm gonna go take a nap. . . I just thought I'd let everyone know firsthand. Oh, and if you wanna call. . . go ahead, I probably won't be having wonderful dreams. . and well . . I somehow doubt I'll be going anywhere again for a very, very long time. ;__;

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