People in fandom tend to forget that there's a person behind the anon submitted vids. They think it's an excuse for them to rude about a vid because their friend's name isn't on it.

VID REC:
Right in Two (Supernatural plus additional source footage) - I'm not seeing the vid the way that a lot of people are. I see it as a genuinely thoughtful and thought out vid.

I read it as the angels come down to earth (Castiel mainly for the vid), looking down on the human "mud monkeys" as lower beings. The news clips seem to come from human events that show the worst of human behavior, like race riots, deaths during civil unrest, riots rising from rallies, racial tension from gang rape, protests turning violent, and police shootings. Castiel takes this all in from the world that's all around him, noted by the tv. The use of the sequence of Dean's death in the 2:20s and the eye zoom makes me think the vidder is implying that it's like hell on earth.

Castiel figures that God is in heaven and has given up on the earth on the awful creation, so Castiel gives into the human nature of the vessel. Castiel and other angels become so influenced by the world around them that they seemingly participate in the reenacting out of the events, the stink of humans and earth having taught them racially modivated violence.

Concept-wise, it's like the vidder is saying that people are taught by the media to see people that are racially different as the "bad guy."

I don't know if this is the intent behind the vid or not. It's my interpretation of the vid, which I'm not going to try and say is the meaning. It's one person's opinion.

National Organization for Marriage is throwing “Rhode Island’s First Annual” Celebrate Marriage & Family Day this coming Sunday 16th...

"The highlight of the Sunday afternoon event will be an opportunity for married couples to renew their vows together at a beautiful waterfront setting. This is a great opportunity to take a stand for marriage as it was created: between a man and a woman. Our goal is to esteem marriage to its proper place in society and make a statement that Rhode Islanders believe strongly in this cherished institution."

One of the sponsors of the event is Tim Horton's. Why is TIM Freaking HORTON'S is supporting something like this?

I read on TMZ that Jeffrey Donovan (Michael Weston on Burn Notice) was arrested on suspicion of DUI on Sunday and my first thought was, "he didn't twitter that."

My neighbor's dog got out through a giant hole in their fence and the mail lady brought him to me, so I have a furry little ball of "OMGZIWANTATTENTION" licking at my fingers while I try to type. He's cute, but I don't like small dogs.

I've been cooking and baking a lot lately. I mean more than never when I say a lot. I made bacon and cheese stuffed beer burgers this weekend, which turned out well. I made ice cream cone cupcakes to take to a party too and they turned out freaking awesome.

ice cream cone cupcakes by ~miserychic.

I've also been making my own cold-brewed coffee, which is so good that I think I might like it more than Starbucks. I know, I know, blasphemy, but it's true.

I've been using twitter instead of LJ for little things I find interesting. I used to make posts about little things, but now they're all on my twitter and never make it to LJ. This is probably a good thing because it spares everyone my squeeing over Eliza Dushku, Zachary Quinto, and Olivia Wilde; linking to pretty photographs; laughing about how I set off the smoke alarm baking; and mourning having deleted the Torchwood Children of Earth miniseries only to get a vid idea 3 days later. Link to my twitter.

VID RECS:
newkidfan's Blood Makes Noise (Lost) - A gorgeous layering and coloring that is lush and full with jumpcut editing and wavering images. The interesting framing choices feel like the zeroing in on a microscope that amps up the intensity and tension along with the effects. It doesn't hurt that I gave her the musical prompt because I've wanted to see this song vidded well to Lost for as long as the show has been on the air.

danegen's Down by the Water (Southland) - I've never watched Southland, but that didn't matter because I was able to plug into the more emotional aspect of the vid. I know I'm missing the depth and understanding that would come with knowing the source, but the vid is still terrific in the use of imagery. It feels like a great study of objects and how people can become objects in that sense. I think my favorite aspect is how a woman's dead body is transformed into a landscape.

WashingTones' Dr. House is a wicked cool music video that uses footage of the band performing and source footage from the show, House, too. The end result is an engaging music video that has me bopping around and singing the chorus in the shower.

The universe doesn't want me to go to VVC. I'm convinced of this. I'm nearly broke from all the hospital bills I've been getting. My dad said that the insurance company is going to pay me back for everything once the claim is settled, but in the meantime I have no money. I'm getting worried because I got three more bills in the mail this week. I thought I'd finished getting billed, but there are still more coming. It makes my head want to explode. I've talked to so many people at the hospital, in the billing department, and so on. They did something to cut my bills down, but it's still so much. I'm starting to think I'm not on my dad's second insurance and he's stalling me. The primary insurance paid out, but the second one that he got just in case hasn't. I keep asking my dad about it, but he never wants to talk and dances around it, which makes me think I'm screwed. I've been making my plans for Chicago and VVC, but it's feeling financially irresponsible to go on a trip when I'm not sure I'll have the money. But I didn't get to go last year and I really want to go. I'll face reality next week. If the insurance company pays out, then I'll get to go, but I can't go if I'm broke. Would sacrificing a goat help?

Is there someone willing to upload 2 files (187mb and 53mb) to the VVC FTP? I've given up on connecting to the server, I'd rather keep my sanity for the moment.

I took my fourth and hopefully last teacher licensure and certification exam, PRAXIS, Saturday. I think I did well. I studied my face off, but after having taken the test, I'd have performed the same without studying. I thought I'd have trouble answering 60 multiple choice questions in an hour, but I finished in 30 minutes. I used the last half to reread, double check, think over, and such. I was unsure of 6 questions in the end, but I'm fairly confident I passed. I worry and worry over things like that and it turns out fine. I thought I'd failed my second one for sure because it was the day after I'd gotten out of the hospital and I got a 196 out of 200.

I have accomplished a life goal this week. I made someone pee their pants laughing! For posterity I have transcribed the conversation. It happened at work where T is a male my age, 20s, and D is a female in her mid-40s.

T: One of my classes this week was about breastfeeding and I'm the only guy in the class, so it's everyone talking about their experiences and I had nothing to add. The rest of them were talking about babies that wouldn't let go and the logistics of breastfeeding in public.

Me: I seriously doubt you've ever breastfed a baby. You used to be a baby, but I hope you don't remember the breastfeeding part.

D: Nothing is the same after having a baby. Nothing.

Me: I saw my stepsister's stuff when she was having her niece.

T: Her niece? Is that possible?

Me: I meant having my niece, which is her daughter.

T: That makes more sense.

Me: It could happen. The only way I'd be pregnant is if I was a surrogate.

T: What do you mean?

Me: My aunt and uncle can't carry children to term, so they could rent my uterus out for 9 months if they wanted.

D: Really?

Me: Yeah, they've been trying for nearly a decade. I'd do it if they asked. It'd just be awkward when people would ask and I'd have to say it was my uncle's baby.

[D and T laugh so hard that D pees pants and has to rush to the bathroom.]

SUCCESS!

I paid off a couple more hospital bills that came in. It's getting annoying because they bill everything separately. There isn't one bill, but 20 bills for individual things like sterile gauze, doctor's time, the room, transport, aftercare nurse's time, bandage tape, and so on. I decided to go all in and pay off my car completely before I have no money left. I'm not sure it was the smartest thing, but at least my car is paid off and it's mine, so I don't have to worry about having no money left after hospital bills. This is the poorest I've been since I was 7 years old and my great-uncle opened a CD account in my name. (Side note: that was college money that my dad gambled away, yay!)

I had to take the semester off of school, which has turned out to be a better and better choice as time goes on. I've been working more, so I have more money than I did when I could only work on the weekends. Sadly, that money has gone to pay ridiculous hospital bills. Going back to how shitty my dad is, he promised to pay what hospital bills were left after insurance. Now that I'm not dying and the bills have started coming in, he's not paying.

I went to breakfast with my grandparents this morning and studied a bit while drinking coffee. I have my forth and final PRAXIS teaching licensure and certification exam on Saturday. I went overboard studying this week. I'd planned to study over two weeks and be confident and ready by Thursday, using Friday for overall review. I finished my outline and information gathering far sooner and I studied far more than I'd planned. It's Monday and I feel like I could take the test right now. I suppose that's a good thing though.

I received the results from the one I took in March too. I got a 191 out of 200, which is quite good considering the average is like 170 or so.

a few recent DeviantArt photographs of mine:

Kitchen Window


Mostly Ceiling


Violet of African Variety I


Violet of African Variety II

I was shopping last week when someone from high school kept staring at me and squinting. I loath seeing most people from high school to the point of lying about who am. It's stupid and childish, but it works. So the girl is squinting at me like she's trying to figure out who I am or something, so I casually said hey. Her repsonse was "I thought you were dead!" Turns out some rumor has been going around that I died when I was in the hospital. I have no idea where, who, or how it started, but she heard from someone who said that someone found out I died in December. I should have kept ignoring her.

It's been a while since I've posted recs. I finally have my laptop back and fully functioning after a month of it not working properly. Most of the time was finding someone that could figure out what was wrong with it and waiting on parts.

VID RECS:
buffyann's La marée haute (Lost) - Perfect emotional song choice and clip choice. Desmond is a character that feels and projects emotions, which are captured very well. I always felt like Desmond was 5 minutes from breaking down completely in so many of his scenes. He grabs so desperately to things, while his storyline is so fractured. The vid does a stellar job of pulling him together enough to hold the viewer while he falls apart and tries to make the pieces fit. The barely contained energy is measured out with the cuts and clip choices. It's the emotion that carries the vid when the storylines might not. He's everywhere and nowhere at the same time, but it's Penny that tethers him.

talitha78's "White" & Nerdy (Psych) - I'm continually in awe of the quirky motion and movement, as well as the lyric interpretations. I love how witty the concept is and how there's different levels of interpretation.

tearful_eye's Day Carry Night (Criminal Minds) - The disorientation is beautifully done with the editing to the piano notes and the additional movements like a carosel when you want to get off.

Another excellent report from the doctor. She said I'll be done in the beginning of March for sure. The wound looks so frakking good. It's only 1.3x.7cm and .5cm deep, which is amazing. When I first looked it was like 4x5cm and 4cm deep, which looked like it would NEVER heal.

I'm allowed to drive again. Ten minutes at a time, which means I'm pretty much limited to my pathetic town. Oh the joy of being able to... go to Subway? Post Office? Yeah, my town is lame. We have a McCafe now.

I'm even going back to work this week. I don't miss working because my job is sucktastic sometimes, but I miss a couple of people I work with. I've probably forgotten how to do everything because it's not like I was that great at it to begin with.

( spoilers for the last two episodes of House, but it's less about the show and more about my crazed emotions and soapboxing about Intervention Specialist things )

My doctor's appointment ok. They're bringing in another doctor at the Wound Center and he came along with my doctor for the day. We went over my case history, which was great fun for me... not. I get that he was shadowing to get a feel for the place, but he put gloves on started poking at my leg with no warning. I said something like "whoa, you're not my doctor" and got a bit irritated. I felt like an jerk, but he wasn't technically employeed by the Center yet. It hurt something awful too because my leg didn't even have the numbing liquid on it yet. My actual doctor made joke about him trying to steal her patients. One of the nurses apologized later, saying he had been doing that all day because he's used to working with patients, but not people.

Good new: The second wound is healed! I don't even have to have a bandage on it. The doctor said the front one should be healed up by the beginning of March. There's light at the end of the MRSA Tunnel!!!!!!!

I had another doctor's appointment. She said I did a lot of healing this week and it's looking great. It's to the point now where I won't have to have skin graphs. Last week they mentioned that I might have needed it to close up the skin over the muscles at the bottom of the wound because it was tunneling. I asked about physical therapy because they mentioned it last week, but the doctor said it's difficult to tell right now because I still have a ways to go before we can discuss it. That pretty much ends the good part. There's a secondary wound on the back of my thigh now. It's not the exactly the same as the first; it doesn't look the same, but it hurts the same. They put antibiotics on it and a dressing, telling me to call if it got worse. The whole thing has me freaks out again. They didn't do any tests or take a sample, so it can't be that bad. I'm just freaking out because that's been my general state of being for the last month. Freaking out and terrified of dying some awful death.

Most of the doctor's at the hospital thought it was an insect bite, while some thought it was a puncture from a scrape or something else, but there was never a conclusive answer. It wasn't the original wound that was the reason it was so serious. The infection was the major thing. The MRSA was what caused the whole thing. I flipped my shit when I came home and had everything cleaned from bleaching my clothes, sending stuff to the dry cleaners, sanitizing everything, and everything, so an insect bite is unlikely if it's happening again. I would have sprayed a thin layer of Purell all over the house if it was possible.

I'm feeling really screwed up, more so than usual. Libby brought up that I haven't let many people touch me at all. Before all this I was weird about people touching me anyways. If I'm not expecting to be touched, I flinch. Libby said I've become every weirder about it. One of my friends made a comment about it a few years ago because I would shrug his arm off my shoulder and he took it personally until he finally asked me about it and I didn't even realize I did it. Lately I only let the nurses and doctor touch me and I snap at my family when they try to hug me or anything. For a few days in the hospital I was told not to touch anyone because they weren't sure what I had and they thought it might be contagious. I guess I took that a bit far, even after they said I was cleared. I haven't voluntarily touched someone else in a month. I haven't had anyone over to the house and I barely talk to my friends on the phone. I'm only really talking to Amanda and Cassey. I made plans to go to Amanda's and watch a movie, but now there's a second wound and the doctor said it would be best if I stayed home until everything was checked out. I've forgotten what some of my friends look like. I'm pretty sure whatever I had going on with J. is over because I didn't tell him I was in the hospital and he found out from someone else. He sent me a bitchy text message saying that he never felt close to me emotionally. In that whole string of texts he never once asked me if I was ok. He knew I was still in the hospital, but he thought it was a good idea to have a text argument with me. He knew how I was before we got together and I don't feel to bad about because he has another girlfriend. When I'm honest with myself, I didn't call him and I didn't even think about it, which says something. I don't miss him much either. I miss other people way more.

So now that I've puked my emotional guts out have some VID RECS:
charmax's It's Not Over Yet (Merlin) - Amazing construction and editing of motion with skilled implementation of symbols.

lsketch42's Crackdance (Supernatural) - A cute and fun vid that is extremely rewatchable.

obsessive24's Red (Merlin) - The imagery and feeling of predestination is startling with the tone of the vid and the tension.

talitha78's Creator (Chuck) - With so few Sarah Walker vids, this one says something interesting with the footage using the Intersect imagery and slight glimpses into her internal emotions.

tearful_eye's Dido's Lament (Stargate SG-1) - Sadly beautiful editing with swaying motion, like a quietly hard lullaby.

The doctor didn't annoy me as much as today. She didn't make awful jokes about my leg or make me play Name that Tune. She was a low grade irritating. Although she did make fun of my dressing. I had to change it again yesterday because of my epic fail at dressing changes. My second dressing from Sunday slipped halfway off my wound somehow and I had to change it. The one I went into the Wound Center with was slightly off center and the doctor said she hoped it wasn't done by one of her nurses. I explained that it took me 45 minutes to do the first dressing change because I kept getting lightheaded. She said that was fine and that I'd get better at it. I said that it was packing the silver stuff that hurt and made me lightheaded. She didn't seems to care too much about it and basically her answers were along the lines of suck it up.

I had a bunch of questions today because I've some major pain issues this week. Much more than anything since the surgery. I've been getting muscle twitches in my thigh, which hurt so freaking much that I can't do anything for almost a half hour afterwards. The doctor said that it's normal and it means that it's healing. That's not as comforting as it should be because it hurts now.

I'll be off studying for my PLT until January 10th, so I probably won't be around too much.

Guess what movie I'm dying to see?

I think this may have been the best Christmas I've ever had, despite all the circumstances. There were no major fights, arguments, or nastiness. It was rather pleasant. Becky and Randy were late, but Gramma wanted to start anyways, so we ate and started to open presents before they were there. The day started off tense because everyone's been really cranky lately, but it was fine once they got here.

I got some awesome presents. Buffy the Vampire Slayer full series DVD set; Angel full series DVD set; seasons 1, 2, and 3 of Supernatural; 40th anniversary edition of Corduroy; a set of children's books; a hugemongous coffee cup; a purse; a fairy music box, a bunch of candy; money; a freaking sweet 320GB external hard drive that I've named Wendy Dawson; and bunches of other stuff.

The day wasn't even ruined when I had to change my dressing, which took 45 minutes because I kept having to stop so I wouldn't pass out. It wouldn't be so awful, but I have to pack Aquacel Ag into the wound without anything to numb my leg like they do at the Wound Center.


happy birthday hollywoodgrrl!

I went in for my second doctor's appointment at the Wound Center and got my dressing changed for what feels like the millionth time. Once again, the doctor was agressively happy at me. She kept singing show tunes and made me play Name That Tune while she at poked me. If I was in a better mood I would think she was endearing, but geez, she's digging in my leg singing that the sun will come out tomorrow. Oh hell to the no.

I have to do my own dressing changes this week, which will be a disaster. I can already see how awful it be. On the bright side, I'm likely improving if they're going as far as to have me change my own dressings. The nurse said that it's half as shallow from when I came in. It's only 2cm deep now, so w00t! I told them that I wasn't sure I could do the dressing changes because it was only last week that I looked at it, puked, and passed out. Do they really think I can do the Aquacel Ag 4x4 and the Tegaderm? Once again, oh hell to the no.

The Wound Center is never on schedule. They're pretty new and like I said before, they don't seem very organized. I was the first patient of the day, but I had to wait 25 minutes in the waiting room. It was odd because I was the first patient and they were already behind before they even started.

My doctor is ok, but she's one of those doctors. She's all cheery, like she poops out rainbows. She came in singing Christmas songs. That might make other patients feel comfortable and at ease, but it annoys the crap out of me. I don't want my doctors to be cute or funny. I want them to make me better and not make jokes about the stuff that comes out of my leg.

The nurse dressed my wound and I made the mistake of looking at my leg. Dear sweet Jesus, it looks awful. There's a huge gash in my leg. I puked after looking and nearly passed out. Huge mistake. I'm never looking at it again.

I felt weird on Monday. I couldn't think, was puking, felt weak, and was a bit dizzy. I had kept hitting snooze, so I had to get ready for class in ten minutes. I took my first final, which went well I think, but it took me a while because I had trouble concentrating. After that I had to wait around for my exit conference for my teaching field. I felt completely drained, but I went home and tried to study for my other finals. That didn't work, so I started watching some tv in bed. I didn't realize what was wrong until I saw blood on my bed spread coming from my upper thigh. I had bled through a pair of sweatpants.

I had my aunt take me to the ER. I Googled some stuff and thought it was a spider bite While she was getting ready to take me. I thought they would give me a shot and tell me to take it easy for a week. It took a few hours in waiting rooms, but I finally saw a doctor, who stared at my leg with his mouth hanging open for a few seconds before saying he was admitting me. He went to get another doctor, who took a blood culture. Then all these people started poking their heads into my curtained off area like nurses and interns. I knew it was bad when people that worked at the hospital came to gawk. A nurse gave me a gown to put on and told my aunt to help me get undressed and into it. She wouldn't help me at all because she didn't want to touch me, thinking she would get sick. I was weak and my leg was still bleeding, so I bleed all over the gown I put on, which made it pointless. I was a crying mess when the nurse came to get some blood. I have bad veins, so it took a few tries to get one that worked. My aunt wouldn't hold my hand or anything, which was the worst part. The nurse said he was sorry my aunt wouldn't help and got me a new gown. The hospital was busy and it took another few hours to get me a room. In that time they gave a strong pain killer through my IV, which made it easier for me to ignore the people that kept looking at me like an animal in the zoo. My aunt left at some point to sit in the waiting room because she was worried she'd get sick. I guess that now I understand that she didn't want to get sick, but at the time it just hurt.

I was sent to the CDU early Tuesday morning. I had no idea what the letters stood for as I was being rolled through the hospital. There were no signs with the full name, so I thought it was the Contagious Diseases Unit, which freaked me out. As I was brought through the CDU, I passed by all the curtained beds to be taken to the only room with a door. They put me in a room all by myself with a door instead of a regular bed with a curtain, which freaked me out even more. I had no humility or shame left, so I started crying like a baby. The nurse calmed me down and starting asking me questions for the forms. After answering all the questions she asked if I had any for her. I asked what CDU stood for and she said it was the Critical Decisions Unit, which is a fancy term for them not knowing what's wrong. They started me an IV of more fluids, an antibiotic, and another pain killer.

I settled in and tried to sleep, but I was so upset and scared that they had to give me something to sleep. A bunch of people came in to draw more blood, poke at me, stare at my leg. The Infectious Diseases doctor came in and told me she thought I had a staph infection. They started up a stronger antibiotic. I watched the Travel Channel and Rachel Ray all day. It was impossible to sleep at night because there were a dozen people in and out of my room. I tried to read a magazine, but I didn't have the concentration level required for a Vogue article.

The surgeon came in, pushed and poked me, and said I needed to have surgery to take it all out. The labs came back and I have Methicillin-resistant Staphylococcus aureus (MRSA). I was the last surgery of the day, so the wait left me stressed and anxious. I was supposed to have a liquid breakfast, but no one brought me anything and I didn't realize what time it was until it was passed 8. Dinner was at 4:30 the previous day, so I hadn't eaten in about 25 hours and I hadn't drank anything for almost 12 hours. My aunt came in drinking a bottle of water. That bottle of water looked so freaking good.

It was so cold in the holding area before I went in. They kept piling heated blankets on me while I waited. I was rolled into the freezing cold operating room and wiggled over to the operating table. The anastegologist had a series of needles he was going to add to me IV that would eventually put me to sleep. He put in the first one and said he was going to go slowly as they started getting ready. They brought up the extensions on the side for my arms. The nurse was explaining why they were strapping my arms down and I fell asleep before she finished her sentence. I had a weird dream-like moment of a lizard in a red dress trying to make me eat a pear in the recovery room.

They assigned me an aftercare specialist nurse for a few hours after the surgery to keep me in water and walk me to the bathroom. They took out about a few centimeters of my thigh. I thought I was going home after the surgery, but they took out more than they had thought would, so I needed to stay overnight to be sure I was ok.

The next day I tried to sleep as long as I could so the day wouldn't seem as long. They had trouble getting a hold of the surgeon to get his approval that I could be discharged. It was 3pm when they got a hold of the doctor. He had went home and slept through all the calls. Just as I was leaving, I got lightheaded and passed out. They put me back in bed, started another IV, drew some blood for testing, and took my blood pressure, which was extremely low. A few hours later the tests came ok and they had to get my release authorized again. It was amazing to see the sky and breathe air that wasn't stale. The drive home left my leg aching and it didn't get much better when I got home. There was a huge argument in which my aunt told me grandmother to stop yelling at me because I'd been in the hospital for days and my leg was hurting. My grandmother actually said "her leg hurts? Well mine do too," like she'd had a piece of her leg cut out. I don't understand my grandmother at all. It's like she doesn't care what happened to me or that I could have died. She was mad at me because I had a half of a basket of laundry on Monday when I'd went to the ER. That's what she was yelling at me for: a half a basket of laundry.

I go to the Wound Center in the morning to have the bandages changed. They'll tell me more than after they've assessed it. I might need another surgery or another course of treatment. Best case is that it's healing properly and I'll be healed in 3 months.

I woke up at 5am this morning to take my first PRAXIS test out of the four I will do this year. I had planned on coming home afterward and working on some projects, but that did not happen. I was so wiped after the test that I took a nap that lasted a few hours, woke up, watched Hellboy II: The Golden Army, and played in the first snow. It was not a productive day in the end, but I did succumb and join Twitter. I'm kiki_miserychic on there, of course. So be my friend, add me, or whatever the appropriate vocabulary might be. :)

I thought last semester was going to kill me, but this semester feels even worse. A lot of it has to do with how I feel. I hate everything and everyone right now. I want to stay in bed and sleep all day, but I can't because I have class, student teach, and work everyday. Mondays I have class morning and afternoon. Tuesdays I student teach in the morning and have class in the afternoon and evening. Wednesdays I student student teach in the morning and have the evening for the whole week's worth of homework. Thursdays I have class in the morning and evening. Fridays I student teach in the morning and work afternoon. Saturdays and Sundays I usually work two 12 hour shifts. Then I have to start it again Monday. I feel like I'm spinning into a dark hole that's my life. It doesn't always feel worth it. I want time for myself to see my friends, sleep, eat food sitting down at a table, and relax. I'm doing ok with papers and projects and things, but it eats up so much of my time that it's all I do. I'm running to keep from drowning I don't want to do it anymore. Can I just be done now?

I forgot how awkward I am in new social situations. I went to a party at a college friend's house Friday and I was the only one from our group that showed up. Hello, I don't know how to interact with human beings. It went fine, but my friend told me later that she thought it was hilarious that I wasn't my usual all over the place funny. I was quiet and kept to myself and didn't really talk much. It's all the same people in my classes now that we're in the last year, so it's been a while since I've been around a large group of new people.

Last night I went to a bonfire with one of my best friends and had the freaking best time. It was off the wall fun. I can't really talk about what we did because the police got involved, but holy crap that was fun. There's been a guy pretty much stalking my friend, so we fucked with his life hardcore and I don't feel bad about it at all because he deserved it as far as everyone is concerned.

This morning I woke up to a sign on my front door saying that a water pipe got messed up last night and we have to boil our water before using it. Um... I came home and drank 2 glasses of water at 4am, then made and drank a single serving packet of tea... Yeah, I would have liked earlier notice. Some guy down the street was building an additional garage and dug in the wrong place, which broke some pipes that they had to replace, leaving a chance for water contamination. Hopefully I'm insanely tired and not sick from something. I doubt there's anything wrong with the water.

I've been boiling bunches of water today, which is a pain. Most of it has gone down the street to a sweet elderly woman. Then I said screw it and bought a few cases of bottled water. I'm going to my friend's house to take a shower later too. My family went on vacation, so I'm on my own because I have school and work next week. So I'm at home contributing to the resistance of germs by using Purell.