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I got up this morning and eventually I got around to taking a shower. Nothing was very unusual (unless you count my mom not turning on the washing machine while I am mid-shower) As I rinsed the soap from my eyes -18 years old and I always get soap in my eyes- I looked down at my chest to see Blood all over my midsection. Needless to say I was upset and I nearly screamed like a little girl. However, my voice has changed so I could only scream like an eighteen year old man-child. But then I realized that it was only my nose bleeding and not my stomach trying to escape. If you ever want a challenge, try finishing a shower while your nose is bleeding and then stuffing toilet tissue up a nostril while you are still wet. Tricky business. However, since I am amazing I managed. This was the scariest encounter with the blood from my nose. And that was my scary moment of the week.

The other morning, I woke up with a really sore throat and a stomach that was aching more than normal. So I popped the tums and I drank the Pepto. Two seconds later, I was running to the Bathroom to puke. All that I threw up was the Pepto (and presumably the tums) This strikes me as odd. If Pepto is supposed to prevent aches and pains in the stomach and it is supposed to stop nausea, then why did it make me throw up? I put on a ski-mask and wrapped myself in a quilt as I crawled into my closet to hide and ponder this mystery.

So, I've been obsessing over punching balloons for a couple of weeks now. I'd been to, like, ten different stores and none of them had any. April kept insisting that I go to Party City. I refused to go there because my magical powers insisted that there weren't any punching balloons there. I finally went to Party City. They had the things that I needed, and now April really doesn't believe that I have magical powers. (personally, i think that she called them and got them to order the balloons so that when I finally got there they had them and I came out looking like a dumbass, the non-magical kind.) So, i got the balloons and I rushed to my room as soon as I got home. I blew it up and started punching away. My sister was in my room also. I wanted her to look at what I had purchased for the other members of my family. We were talking and comparing gifts and after a few minutes of playing with my balloon, I went out on the landing. I stood there for about three seconds and bopped the balloon maybe once when my mom throws the door to her bedroom open and screams right in my face "WHAT DO YOU WANT?!!!!!" I almost fell down from the force she exuded. When I regained my senses I asked her what the hell she was talking about. For some reason beyond sense she thought that my "balloon punching" antics were really "pounding on door" antics. Either way, I didn't really think that she should try to throw me down the stairs.

My sister and I went downstairs to find my brother and tell him about what had just happened at the top of the stairs. I started off with a demonstration of the balloon and how the sound it makes sounds absolutely nothing like a door being knocked. After the first two hits my dog Henry jumps to his feet barking and growling. He rushed straight to the front door to protect us from... well... from me standing right next to him punching a balloon attached to a rubber band. So, I thought it was weird that my mom would yell at me because she thought that I was knocking on her door when I was producing a sound that was quite different. But, I think it is even odder that my damn dog tried to attack the "visitor" at the front door when I was showing my brother how different the sound the balloon makes is from the sound of a door.