Mon premiere Accident de Voiture

For those lesser mortals, that, translated into english means "My first motor accident", which I had today (with self as causative factor). Of course, I have been in other accidents - one which I was in because of my sister, we hadn't indicated that we were turning to the right and then this guy in a luna was speeding, he banged into us and we lay on the footpath dazed and out of our senses. I had a deep cut down my right foot where I could see my own fat cells. (The one thing about accidents and wounds is that they don't actually feel so bad as they sound when you're explaining them to someone; so its more brownie points really) And my sister had this humongous gash down her leg, because of the scar of which she refuses to wear skirts and capris to date. Of course, I believe its because she doesn't find many to fit her, but you know, truth hurts. That explanation always works better.
*I love scars. According to me, they're sexy. I'd love to see a long, hollowed stain on my body - kinda like testimony to my pugnacity. Now don't say being in an accident is not pugnacious, because I know its not, but I like the word, and I like the rebellious quality the word implies. So there.*
We were taken to our house, and my mom went hysterical. They pulled me out of the auto and I suddenly became unconscious. Then, typically, I lay there slipping from my mom's hands and someone sprinkled a bit of water on my face and I regained conscious.
And then at the dumbass nursing home, sis had to get like 10 stitches, we were brought back home and we got a stream of visitors. Friends, acquaintances, relatives all of 'em called on us, and brought us flowers, chocolates et al. (See, that's what I was talking about)

But this post was supposed to be about my accident today - which wasn't really as interesting an incident as the one above.
For one, I skidded on a pile of sand while turning to the left, and went rolling into the sand and landed up in front of this house that rears cows and sheep. The owners came out, wondering who scared their precious bovids, and there I lay - beaten, in all glory. So yeah, it wasn't very nice performing for an audience of cows and sheep which got scared away, and for another, I did crash close to a friend's place, and I went over to clean up. Now, this guy is so sweet he always gives me chocolates when I go over, and makes his prided tea. I don't fancy the tea very much, but c'mon, Ferrero Rocher! But today, he didn't have any. Today, when I was so shaken, and gloomy bout my fall and riding skills.
And I haven't got my tetanus shot yet, so I might get the disease.

Ho-hum. G'day y'all.

p.s. I hate this post, 'tis shallow, unfunny and 'now-why-exactly-do-I-visit-this-blog' reputation marring, but do leave comments reiterating the same.