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I am the origin of catastrophic incidents!!!
It began four days ago...

Four days ago, because of our house repainting... no furniture in the rooms. I had gotten a new bunkbed (its only the beginning) and I assembled it all on my own. However, during the building process, I dropped the 50 pound bed frame RIGHT ON MY FOOT!!! Therefore, stubbing my toes and bruising my foot.

Three days ago, we were planning to go to Ikea, the Swedish home store. We own a mini-van. As everyone knows, you can pull the seats out to transport large objects. As my dad and I were lifting the seats out through the trunk of the mini-van, I exerted too much additional power from my right arm... thus I ended up pulling some muscles in my right shoulder-blade and arm. Now I can't move my arm, it hurts too much!!!

Two days ago, Miki and I were watching "Grease." We were watching on my bunkbed. My new bed has a full bottom bunk and a twin top bunk, more room for me. Anyways, my new mattress is really springy. I plopped myself down to sit and I ended up bouncing backwards really fast where my head collided with the top bunk railing. I smacked the rail really hard, I felt the sharp pain upon impact and my head rattled a bit. Then it numbed out so I thought it was okay... From then on afterwards, I've been having horrible headaches. It was suggested by my aunt that I should get checked out. You know, to make sure I don't have brain damage.

Yesterday... I was carrying a large stack of bookshelf pieces with my dad into the house. I wasn't looking where I was going... and I... I broke my dad's favorite... priceless wine bottle that he had been saving for over 30 years. Well my thoughts on it are that it should not have been on the kitchen floor where my clumsy feet can kick it. It was supposed to have been in my parents room since that's where they keep it. I was an interesting wine bottle, it was 3 feet tall, the base of the bottle was shaped like a giant snail shell, and the neck of the bottle was the snail's body. I feel really bad for breaking it. It really hurt me when I saw dad's reaction. I could hear him muttering, "30 years... 30 years... 30 years... gone... all over the floor... 30 years... and I didn't get to taste it..." There were many sighs and head shaking from my dad. I feel really bad for breaking the bottle. He loved that bottle so much.

Also, since my muscles still haven't healed from the car seat incident, I now hurt even more from carrying the bookshelf.
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