IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIii....did something stupid today. Unintentional (and really unexpected), but still stupid.

I made a hole in the bottom of the 18.5L water bottle.

I was taking it out of the trunk by myself and it was heavy, so I accidentally plonked it down a little too hard. There was a crack! and water started pouring out. I was shocked, my mom was shocked... and pissed. Wahahahaha. In the end (after a portion of the water streamed down the parking lot), we decided to take it upstairs sideways so the water wouldn't spill. It'd be upside down in the water dispenser anyway, right?

Well, back at home, it was a total disaster. We arrived safely, sure, my mom wiped it down, and we heaved it up and skewered it into the water dispenser. There was a brief pause and then, in a moment of realization, I gasped.

"Did you take the sticker off?"
"Yes, it's right on... the... coun...ter... oh."

Then the water SPEWS out and floods the area around the water dispenser. Meaning around the lamp and by the piano. A complete mess. My mom is freaking out, I'm freaking out ("omg! Lift it! Lift it!!") and we lift it and the water is pouring out rapidly making the situation worse. WORSE I TELL YOU. I flip it over so water isn't pouring out of the gaping hole when I remember there's a hole on the bottom too and the water is leaking out both ends. OMG.

Trying to carry 18.5L of water to the sink with your thumb stuck in one opening and laughing your head off at the same time is nigh impossible. Trust me. I was sopping wet by the time i got to the sink...and it's really only 5 steps away.

There goes our water supply. Gotta make another trip to Safeway. Crackers.

For a visual representation, it was kind of like this (but with two people, and water spilling out both ends)



I dub this incident The Water Bottle Disaster.

I hate myself. There's just so much wrong with me and nothing right... and I'm finding myself going in the opposite direction of what I want to be.

CCMF reunited today. (: It was a BLAST.
I'm getting ready to sleep right now, so will post more about that later.

ashes to ashes
dust to dust
they say it's custom
to spread his body...
but i don't want people
sitting on grandaddy.

D:
morbid thoughts are inevitable in lit class.

The sun is out today. Makes me glad.

    Shinae is getting married. She is. She is. I am so torn between happiness for her and sadness at the fully dead Alshin. I suppose I can continue my fanfic... but at the rate that I write she'll be married and then my story becomes AU and I might lose interest (as I usually do) and it will fail and the Alshin will surely be dead and ohmygod it's just a never ending cycle.

    I need a mood theme. How does one make those? These purple blobs do nothing to express my mood-- NOTHING. (Okay, so maybe something.)

    I am so excited!! Epik High has a new book album, Map the Soul! So it's both a book and an album in one package. Glee. (Another thing added to my ever expanding wishlist. :D) I visited their website (www.mapthesoul.com) and it's so great that it's bilingual! Huzzah! Their blogs are cute and hilarious. Especially memorable-- that is, what I can remember off the top of my head--  is Tablo's lunch and his notebook. But nothing beats Mithra's ode to a cup ramen.



( since the very first time I saw you, i knew... )
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I had too post it. It was just too epic a review. D:

( this is what we call a prediction: it predicts Twihards with pitchforks. glee! )</div>

I'm sorry, I'm sorry. It's like a garden I'd neglected, only to come back and find it overgrowing with weeds. The question is: where do I start from?


    I read a book today that I didn't understand at first. The Boy in Striped Pajamas, or something like that.  I did eventually come to realize that the book was about the Holocaust, but from the German point of view. That's right, the protagonist is a nine-year-old boy who's father is a Nazi. I didn't get it at first, it is in the perspective of a little boy and all, but when he described the Jews that lived on the other side of the fence (though he didn't actually say Jews) I was like, 'omg, I KNOW WHAT IT'S ABOUT.' And then things started to click. When the boy heard the adults say 'the Fury', they were actually saying Fuhrer, and the house isn't called Out-With, the place the house is in is called Auschwitz. The description of the Heil Hitler pose cinched it for me.

    So far, it's a good book. I believe a trip to the library is in order.

    I feel like shooting my brains out. At least, what little of it that hasn't yet dribbled out of my ears.



Stabilizing selection is when nature looks at the odd one out and says, 'Um, no. Sorry. Death.'
Disruptive selection is when nature looks at the mutt and says 'Um, no. Sorry. Death.'
Directional selection is when nature looks at the weaker one and says, 'Um, no. Sorry. Death.'
(The funny thing is, humans do this too.)

The beginning of the universe. Then maybe we could finally settle the issue of creation.

...in hell.

Okay, so I totally stayed awake for his entire presentation. For the ENTIRE lesson. And then he starts interrogating someone about ethernet and I don't care anymore and I fall half-asleep. AND WHAT THE HECK HE GIVES ME A HARD TIME. =___=

HATE.

Life is so unfair.

An excerpt from Paper Hearts Pinned on White Sleeves:


" One thing I couldn’t complain about the country was the abundance of stars, seemingly in my reach. I loved reaching out to trace the constellations with my fingertips and thinking about the wide expanse of space—about how distant the stars were from each other. It was all very lonely and sad and beautiful, though I didn’t quite understand how that could work at all. "