Does history repeat itself?

So I realized I haven’t written a blog in forever, so I have some free time today to write it. I have been busy with life with my giant English research essay and other schoolwork. I handed it in yesterday and it’s a giant weight off my shoulders. My nails are bitten down to the nub (nasty habit of mine) and now I have to paint them so they can grow. The funny thing, while all my other fingernails were broken, or picked at, my left thumb was so long. It looked so weird that they weren’t all the same size. And it hurt, so I couldn’t pick at it. That has a story with it. This weekend was my best friend's surprise birthday party, all her family was in and her sister was able to find a list of people that she would want to invite. And by the way, she was so surprised, she cried tears of joy. Well, she has a trampoline. I have been on that trampoline 100 times because I practically live at their house. So I went on it once, just for a little bit. It was kind of boring just sitting on it so me and the people I was hanging out with (it the four of us: my sister, her two cousins and me) left after to go sit by the fire. All I did was move over with sort of a bounce, and my thumb nail must have hit something and it bent all the way back. It hurt so much. I looked at my nail in the almost night sky to see if it was off but it wasn’t. Just bent all the way back and came back to its place. It hurt. It bleed a little underneath the sides and I put a band-aid on it but that didn’t really work out. I tried to ignore it but it hurt to text that night and the day after that, so sometimes I only texted with my right thumb. It still hurts a little now if you push on the one side and today is Friday and that was last Saturday that it happened. So that is basically my story. The party was awesome, and I wish I could do it every single Saturday and sleepover her house every single Saturday (cause I did that certain Saturday and it was really fun watching Psych) with the same people there, including all her family and cousins. But each time would be something different; I don’t want the exact same thing to happen. I mean history doesn’t repeat itself. Or does it?