I can be such a klutz. Seriously. I went to straighten my hair the other night, something I do on a semi-regular basis. You'd think I'd know how to use a straightening iron by now. But no.
Essentially, my right hand (armed with the iron) attacked my left forearm, leaving marks that resemble triangles. One person told me it looked like I'd been bitten by a vampire. Someone else told me I should make up a story about how I'd been attacked by a bear. Instead, I'm telling you the pathetic truth.
It hurt like hell immediately. I was embarrassed, but called my host mom in anyway, who only laughed a tiny bit (I was laughing at my stupidity, too) and gave me some miraculous cream to put on it.
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