Blood was spilled in our kitchen last night. Surprisingly, the incident did not involve peeling or chopping vegetables. Unsurprisingly, it involved me.

Calm down, it wasn't that kind of blood-related incident.    Source:http://www.killerfilm.com/articles/read/scream-4s-mask-maker-spilling-beans-about-movie-37542 

I did not open the door for a strange person in a mask. Nor did I investigate the strange sounds outside, which only exaggerated the eerie atmosphere created by the constant rain. Also, my flatmate and I were not having a pillow fight in our underwear before said blood was spilled.

The blood-spilling was actually rather uninteresting and meagre (sorry Tarentino fans). While getting the scissors out of the drawer in order to open up a packet of sun-dried tomatoes, I slammed my finger in the drawer. A good chunk of skin peeled off my finger. There was a bit of blood. See, not that eventful.

In stereotypical youthful optimism I'd like to point out that, while my finger is pretty gross-looking at the moment, I did end up with some amazing pasta.

Those red-bits are sun-dried tomotoes - not blood.