Yea so yesterday was my birthday. It started pretty lousy anyway because my parents were making me do a bike ride from Crested Butte to Aspen with my dad's college buddies because I'd dont the trail a few times before. It started out ok but then I took a nasty fall over my handlebars and the bike came around and hit me in the nose. It tore a quarter inch slit up my right nostril and cut the middle thing in between the nostrils a quarter inch deep, resulting in 6 stitches. It took 20 little pokes with the novacaine needle to get it numbed up because the nose is all weird and shit, and that hurts like hell, not to mention he put in three of the stitches where it wasnt numb at all. He was just like "i can poke you with the needle some more, or you can suck it up and let me do the stitches."
it was basically the shittiest birthday I've ever had. the only cool thing is that I got a hospital wristband that says: "Admit date: October 8, 2005. Birthdate: October 8, 1988"