spur of the moment

things i am made of

glue
calloused hands
broken blisters
dirt.
anger
and sadness
and cinnamon.
acrylic paint
empty promises
peaches

and a gallon of whole milk

Wow, It's Been a Long Time

Sometimes it randomly hits me that I've had this blog since 2011. The funny thing is that it doesn't feel like it has been that long. Really it feels like just yesterday I was creating a blog named Infinitely Pi and was writing about pictures of green beans.

This post may be redundant because I post so often about my existential crisis, but SERIOUSLY GUYS IT'S 2013?!?!? I think about how much I've changed over the years and I literally cannot believe how different I am from when I started blogging. My writing style, my world view, and so much more have changed since September of 2011. I've had so many experiences that have shaped who I am today, and I can't help but wonder what else is in store for me that will change me with this coming year.

Even though I am not much older than I was when I began blogging, I am much more mature, and I now can do so many "adult" things. Like driving by myself, applying for part time jobs, and staying up past midnight ;)

My dad really wants me to apply for a part time job this weekend, which makes me nervous. My anxiety has not been getting better recently, but my parents think having a job will help with my depression. I want to work at this discount book store that is by my house, but my parents want me to work in a retirement home.


Who knows where I'll end up? 

A Serious Blog Post About A Silly Girl

I've been toying around for the idea of this blog post for a long time. And today, I finally sat myself down, started playing my favorite song, and decided to just write it out.

This post will primarily be for all three of you who read my blog that I don't know in real life. I'm not sure if my parents want me posting about this, but last I checked they don't read my blog, and besides, I'm writing this because I feel like I need to.  So, let's get it out there, shall we?

I'm gay.

Pretty much. This is something that I've struggled with in all my whopping sixteen years of life, and I'm finally starting to accept myself for who I am. While I am still trying to find a label I feel comfortable with, I have come very far in the past few months. I do not plan on going into the specifics of all this, but I do feel like I should say I've not turned into some huge lesbian, or something akin to that. I still feel attracted to guys on some level. I'm just working my way through the muck trying to figure out who exactly I am, and who exactly I want to be.

Growing up, I'd always felt different than others around me. I could never quite place my finger on what it was though, which led to many years of insecurity. Sixth and seventh grade were pretty bad in particular for me. I had very few friends, and I felt so incredibly alone. I would go to school early every morning, study hard in all my classes, then come home and do all my homework. What a dreadful life I lead for those two very studious years.

In eighth grade I began to find my voice, which made things considerably different. I made more friends, I cut off ties from those who were not being nice to me. I thought I was gaining confidence, but really all I was doing was building up a mask. I was Hannah -the insanely happy and goofy girl- and that is far from what I felt like inside. I longed to know what was wrong with me, and to know why I felt so disconnected from everyone around me. I began to develop crushes, which I refused to acknowledge. I figured I was just not feeling well. But as I'm sure you know, feelings persist, and I just began to feel even worse about myself.

By the end of eighth grade my mask had been broken down to nothing. I hated myself, I hated life, and I hated the monotonous drone that it had taken on. I wanted to escape, to feel normal again, to feel like myself (a feeling I hadn't experienced in years). I started to have crippling anxiety attacks, which made me despise school and stress and life in general. It was all too much for me to handle. My relationship with my parents was strained, and I began keeping secrets from them. I would not use my computer in front of them, for fear that they would get upset with me (over what, I'm still not sure).

My anxiety stayed around, and by the time I began ninth grade, I wanted to die even more than ever before. I started this blog as a means of escape, but it didn't help much. I still felt like an outsider, I still hated myself, and I hated school. Every morning brought a new fight between my mother and I- me wanting to stay home and her refusing. It began to get so bad I started seeing a therapist to talk about what was stressing me out.

At first I didn't talk to my therapist about my fear that I might be gay. During the beginning of ninth grade I was still lying to myself. It took almost the entire year before I started to even consider the idea. It took me many months to figure out my feelings, and there were a lot of nights spent crying into my pillow. But it's been almost a year now and I'm finally at the point where I am comfortable enough with myself that I can talk about this.

I'm a sophomore now, and I feel more like myself than I have in a long while. I still have bad days. I still have days where I want to die. But it's not every day anymore. Once I figured out what was "different" about me, I began to feel much better. Not at first, necessarily. During the first few months I was a confused mess of emotions, but nowadays I am starting to feel like the version of me that I was always destined to be. 

12 Months, 30 Books

I never told any of you, but last year on New Year's Eve I came up with a challenge for myself. The parameters for my challenge were simple: Read 30 new books in the year 2012.  My success is arguable, because while I did read 30 books, not all of them were books I hadn't read before. I just finished reading book #30, and I'm pretty proud of myself. Here is a list (in order, approximately), of the 30 books I read in 2012 (books I've read before will be indicated with a *).

1. Memoirs of a Geisha by Arthur Golden (very, very good)
2. Beach Street Knitting Society and Yarn Club by Gil McNeil (this book was awful)
3. Escape Under the Forever Sky by Eve Yahalem
5. Diary of a Wimpy Kid: Cabin Fever by Jeff Kinney
6. Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone* by J.K. Rowling
7. Twilight by Stephanie Meyer (This book was also awful, I think I wrote a post about it when I finished it)
8. Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets* by J.K. Rowling
9. Keeping Corner by Kashmira Sheth
10. Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban* by J.K. Rowling
11. The Fault in Our Stars by John Green (great book)
12. Because of Winn Dixie* by Kate DiCamillo
13.Dave Barry is from Mars and Venus by Dave Barry (a pretty funny read...)
14. The Sixty-Eight Rooms by Marianne Malone
15.Bad Mother by Ayelet Waldman (Surprisingly, I rather liked this one)
16. Comfort Food* by Kate Jacobs (inexplicably one of my favorite novels)
17. Hole in my Life by Jack Gantos (REALLY good)
18. The Miraculous Journey of Edward Tulane* by Kate Dicamillo (makes me cry)
19. Going Dutch in Beijing* by Mark McCrum (one of my faves)
20. Brida by Paulo Coelho
21. An Abundance of Katherines by John Green
22. Does My Head Look Big In This? by Randa Abdel-Fattah
23. Chinese Mythology retold by Claude Helft
24. The Tale of Desperaux by Kate Dicamillo
25. Inkheart by Cornelia Funke (The last time I read this was in 5th grade so I counted it as not having read it before since I didn't remember much of the plot)
26. Paper Towns by John Green
27. Animal Farm by George Orwell
28. Lord of the Flies by William Golding
29. To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee
30. Peanut by Ayun Holiday (this is a pre-published book I checked out from the library, am I allowed to write about it on here???)

That's my list!! I'm sure as the last month of the year winds down, I'll be able to tack a few more books onto my list. I actually did read more than 30 books already, but I don't think that any of the Dear Dumb Diary books I read when I couldn't sleep actually constitute as reading a real book. Another thing I wasn't sure about including was Homestuck/Problem Sleuth.  Both of those involve quite a bit of reading, but since they're comics, I didn't add them on the list.

Doing this 30 book challenge was so much fun! I plan on doing it in 2013 as well. Do you have any suggestions that might make finding 30 new books to read easier for me? ;) 

!!!

GUESS WHO HAS A NEW CAMERA?!?!?!?!?

Just wait, I'll be back to posting random blogs and photos of myself in no time ;) 

Journal Entries From Beyond the Beyond

I have a confession. I used to have a journal that I wrote in daily from when I was in about fifth grade through the end of seventh grade. This journal is an extremely touchy subject for me because of multiple reasons, the first and foremost reason being that I was a complete idiot when I was younger and used phrases like "various peeps" to describe my companions. When I'm by myself going through my journal, it can be a pretty fun, albeit cringe-worthy experience. I created a lot of my own words in my entries, and I addressed myself on multiple occasions (Things like "OMG can you BELIEVE IT? I KNOW I can't either!" were most common). After I had a falling out with one of my close friends, I made an angry journal entry, and I quote,

"OMG! E- Is such a dingle berry pot luck dinner poo-face!"

 I actually remember writing that sentence and feeling pretty smug about it. Yes, that'll show him! He won't mess with me ever again! I had thought. My logic was not only extremely flawed in this situation, but I'm actually a little bit concerned that I thought calling him a ridiculously idiotic name would "stick it" to him. The rest of that journal entry was not only laced with rage, I even went as far as to say,

"He is such a (pardon my language) Crap head!"

I have no comment on this one besides I question the fact that I capitalized "crap" in that sentence.

Another topic that is prevalent in my journal is a boy I had a MAJOR crush on for about two years. Let's call him "Bob". It all started because I met Bob at a party, and after talking to him I realized that I liked the way his face looked. A lot. I also recall thinking he was pretty funny. For the first few months I liked him I wrote sappy journal entries about how cute his face looked and how he told jokes that made me "LOL" and things of that nature. Things went on in this fashion for quite some time, until the fateful day that I found out he liked another girl. I was royally pissed off. Mostly because I thought he'd liked me back, and that he even entertained the thought of liking someone besides me was absolutely ridiculous. I wrote multiple entries bashing the other girl and I am almost certain I called her a few names that could rival "dingle berry pot luck dinner poo-face". I think one of the last entries I wrote about Bob was short and I throughout the entry I placed exactly 10 sad faces. The really sad kind. They didn't even have noses. I ended my entry with a very middle-school-unrequited-love cliche,

"I'm going to go sweep up my broken heart now."

So deep, right? I not only showed that I was going to let myself be completely defeated by being rejected by a boy, but I was going to wallow in my self pity, goddammit.

On a lighter note, I can proudly say that my entire journal was not completely  comprised of my musings on what it meant to be a love-lorn middle schooler. I think that quite possibly one of the best things to ever come out of my mind to date is P.J. Coolstar. A fictitious being of my own creation, P.J. Coolstar was a star shaped mega celebrity that made music and, on multiple occasions, was accused of various wrong doings. What these allegations were, I don't exactly remember, but I found a scene I drew of P.J. holding a press conference and stating "NO comment!" to a group of paparazzi.

While I am sure that you have quite a riveting mental image of what exactly you think good 'ol P.J. looks like, let me enlighten you with my rendition of him from way back when:

Yes, that is P.J. Coolstar in all of his glory. Sunglasses to keep away the blinding light of his fan's adoration. A watch, permanently stuck at 3:15*. From his lips, a message to encourage the youth of the galaxy. I had a rule that I adhered to very strictly, and it was that I would never, ever draw P.J. Coolstar unless I was using a purple pen. It's just how it worked out, really. His words could be whatever the hell color I wanted them to be, but P.J. himself was always purple. 

*I wanted this watch to be reminiscent of Flavor Flav for reasons that I cannot quite remember and I'm still a little bit upset about the fact that I ever wanted anything in my life to be reminiscent of Flavor Falv. 

Sprinkled throughout my notebook are multiple "scenes" involving P.J. Coolstar, but I think that my favorite back then (and still now), has always been P.J.'s "rapper" photo shoot:

Nothing says "I'm an adventurous rapper" quite like a star who's leaning against a brick wall with crossed arms. Really, what else could capture that essence like this? You can't tell, but I actually drew in painstakingly tiny hands on P.J.'s watch, so it would still be stuck at 3:15. I was one dedicated artist. 

Another favorite aspect of this whole P.J. Coolstar thing is that I would actually write up advertisements for P.J. Coolstar's brand. I drew guitars and wrote about how completely and utterly necessary it was for you to buy one of P.J.'s coveted musical instruments. I think the best one was where I tried to write a little quip at the bottom of a poster I made about P.J.

"P.J. Coolstar is taking Europe and the America's by storm! Buy his newest single "My love never fizzles out" on sale now at Target and on Itunes!

You really know that you've made it when your music is on sale at Target. 

Finally, I would just like to leave you with some words to remember P.J. by...

"This isn't your average Proximus Centari"

Side note: I'm still not entirely sure if a Proximus Centari is actually a type of star...

100th Blog Post Extravaganza!!!

Whoa, guys. How the heck did this happen? Did I really just create my 100th blog post? I've been on my blog for nine whole months now. It seems sort of crazy to think about it like that, geez. I think that this blog post deserves special attention, don't you? That's why I'm going to flood it with links: links to my favorite posts I've written over the nine months. Do you have a favorite? :o)

• The origin of the swag snowman.
• That day I drew a bunch of crappy pictures but uploaded them anyway.
• My first Haiku Monday, that wasn't even a haiku because I didn't count my syllables carefully.
• The day I wanted to be all heroic about the muumuu.
• The time I posted a poem that wasn't completely terrible.
• When I wrote about Foods class and that boy. You know the one. 
• Where I took a picture of my corkboard.
• The day I finally finished Act 5 of Homestuck, and I wrote a song about it. 
• Where I find the draft of a post about pickles and their flavorful brines. 
• Where I am a sneaky trickster and I pretend like I am going to stop blogging. 
• The day we celebrated Josalyn's birthday at the Dark Carnival.

Whew, I think that's it. These should all be linked correctly, but if you have problems let me know and I can fix it. I also want to say thanks to all of you who follow my blog, because you guys are the reason I keep trying to say funny stuff :D


Edit: I totally forgot this is the post where all the anonymous commenters flooded in. Guys, that was such a stressful situation for me, you have no idea. 

FELIZ CINCO DE MAYO!!!!

FELIZ CINCO DE MAYO :D :D :D :D :D :D

I love this holiday, mostly because I feel like I can blabber in Spanglish and people will be slightly less annoyed by it. This was also the day that I started my period back in seventh grade, and while that admittedly puts a damper on this holiday, I try to hold my head high (I'll spare you all by not telling the details.) But I suppose it is sort of majestic that I stepped into womanhood on one of my favorite holidays.

Today I'm going to chill with Josalyn in honor of her birthday, and I am pretty freaking pumped. I hope to have lots of fabulous stories that I can update with later.

Adiós!

Game Over, Man. Game. Over.

I have some bad news, guys.

I am going to have to quit blogging...

I know, I know, this is all quite sudden. Please bear with me while I explain why this is.

I didn't want it to come to this, but I knew that it would have to happen some day. That day just came closer than I thought. I was hanging out with Lizzie again a bit ago, and I asked for a snack. In her kitchen there were some not-quite ripe bananas (just how I like them). I grabbed one off the top of the microwave, ready to partake in the deliciousness. I grabbed the top of the banana, and started pulling (I was going to say "yanking", but I thought that might have sounded too much like a euphemism). I tried to peel the banana for about thirty seconds, but the peel just would. not. budge. Then, quite unexpectedly, there was a loud SNAP! I looked down and I was holding the banana in two chunks in both of my hands. I had literally ripped the banana in half. I couldn't believe my eyes. Spluttering, I held the banana up to show Lizzie. Both of us were speechless. It was so unprecedented that I made Lizzie take pictures. I HAVE EVIDENCE!

Here I am. Looking devious. Looking Sly. Looking... STRONG.

Look at that. Just look at it for a minute, and let it simmer in your mind. Imagine as I tore it in two, imagine my shocked face, then lead it back to this image of me holding the banana, where it all comes full circle. So I send out my dearest apologies to all of you... but really, I have new and greener pastures to graze with my newfound strength. Really the only possible option I see for me now is to become... you guessed it, a carny. I will travel the world with my other circus companions, and I can live off the money I make pulling apart various fruits. The fruit won't know what hit 'em. Pomiculture will really be taking a blow with this one. 

It's been swell, everyone, but I must make my leave now. I've loved every minute on this blog... but wish me luck as I start my new life. 

<3

Edit: Did I mention that I tore yet another banana in two while I was at Lizzie's a couple weeks ago? Things are really starting to get out of hand. 

Challenges Past, Present, And (Hopefully Not) Future

In light of this whole canceling the Wordsmith Challenge, I've realized something: I don't do well with challenges. At all. As I thought it over last night, I realized that there have been multiple instances in my life where I was presented with a challenge, intrapersonal or otherwise, and I failed miserably.

Instance number one: sixth grade student council elections. I had been a StuCo officer the previous two years, and I wanted to round off with my last year of elementary school as a member of the Council. I figured I had it in the bag since the other students knew I had a history being on Student Council, and that I had helped plan some fun events. What I didn't think of was that sixth graders are mean, vicious animals that don't care about your track record. That year two "popular" girls had run, and I didn't stand a chance in that biased popularity contest. At my elementary school they would always announce the names of the elected right before school would end the day of the election. I remember being shocked that my name wasn't announced, and without even congratulating the elected, I fled from the school, tears streaking my face. My brother thought that he heard my name on the announcements and he tried to congratulate me, and I yelled at him, thinking he was trying to mock me. Of course, that trauma wasn't anything that  a pint of chocolate ice cream and a Sister, Sister marathon couldn't remedy. But from that point I learned that when I am challenged, it doesn't end well.

Another instance of challenge has been ongoing ever since I was a small child. When I was little, I didn't like having to wake up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom. I would challenge myself to see how long I could hold it in. One memorable night in kindergarten I had to use the bathroom really badly as I got into bed at night, but, being the cocky little twerp I was, I reckoned that I could just hold it all night. I couldn't. Despite this, over the years I still "challenge" myself in the bathroom department. Recently I tried to challenge myself and I ended up almost peeing my pants in Personal Finance after drinking an entire bottle of water an hour before. I don't even realize I'm challenging myself most of the time because I'm so determined to set a new personal record I am unaware of what I'm making myself go through.

In relation to my blog there was the 21 Day challenge, which I failed miserably at because I complain too much and I always forgot to switch my bracelet around. I don't really want to elaborate much on that one, because that wound is still fresh.

And finally, most recently of all, the failed Wordsmith Challenge. Soon enough that will just be an uncomfortable memory. I hope, anyway. Happy Friday, everybody! I'm going to go off and spend the rest of my day on the internet, now. Ciao!

Houston We Have a Problem

I realized that my blog title is a reference to math. This is extremely disturbing. I wrote a poem to express my feelings. I am not good at rhyming so it isn't a very good poem. 

Houston We Have a Problem

It was about a week or so ago

from today,

I discovered I have a problem

that is making my conscious  pay. 

My blog so sweetly titled

“Infinitely Pi”

is a strikingly clear math reference,

that is making me want to cry.

we all know that I hate math

I make

my stance clear

that is why this blog title

makes me cringe and jeer. 

It is hard to say why I

named my

blog as I did. 

It all seemed so clever,

Now it has occurred to me that it’s quite stupid.

I wrack my brain for 

better names

yet none come to mind except for

“Hannah’s Bodacious Dance Party” and

“Anti-math movement corps”

Now this poem is losing

its rhythm 

Please oh please give me name ideas

to offer me emotional freedom. 

-Welp, that's it. I wrote it in like five minutes this morning. 

Meow

So instead of writing an actual post today I'm going to pull another one of my lazy stunts and just post an unfinished draft I found. This one I wrote like five months ago and I don't really know what inspired me to come up with it. Without further ado...

Some days, I feel like being spontaneously creative. I don't know what I want to do, but I know that I need to release my inner artist (pretend like I pronounced it 'arteeest'). Anyway, I'm having one of those days today, so here we are. I have decided that I will just write about my day, since I don't know what other outlet I can release my spunkiness into... mrgrmsmsmsgrm.


6:00 AM- wake up before alarm, worry if alarm will go off or not. Fall back asleep.


6:30 AM- Alarm does go off. Trudge out of bed, let my dog outdoors to go to the bathroom.


6:35 AM- start boiling water for tea. Go back to room to get dressed. Luckily, I chose my outfit the night before, so I feel accomplished that I have one less hurdle to jump.


6:40 AM- let dog inside. I forgot I was boiling water, and rush over to the stove and take the pot off the heat. Take a painstakingly long time to decide between strawberry and blueberry flavored tea. I choose blueberry.


6:50 AM- finish getting ready, pull shoes out of closet, dust old mud off the soles.


7:00 AM- Think I was ready by now? No. I wasn't. I spent another fifteen minutes dawdling around finishing my tea and petting my lovely dog.


7:15 AM- Finally leave my home. The car ride is uneventful


Wow. That was stupid. I wonder why I used to be so obsessed with my dog and also tea. By the way, the strawberry tea was nasty, that is why I chose blueberry. Interesting how I remember that, but not why I titled this post "Meow". I have no explanation whatsoever.

Haiku Sunday (for the first time in forever)

This morning I was looking through my sock drawer trying to find my favorite socks, and I found a worksheet from Foods class. The only thing I have written on it is my name.

 I don't know how to feel about this.

Anyway, until I finish all of my posts I'm working on, enjoy this masterpiece:

Pan asian cuisine;

Beer: a dollar sixty eight.

Dang, that place be sketch

I swear I'll add some context to that later. Just wait...

Expanding the Family

I have news, everyone, I'm introducing a new little one into my family. His name is Cadmus Edmund Jacques III. I am really proud of myself for coming up with that name. Anyhow, here is my little cutie:

I love his little flower he's holding. So sweet. 

HANNAH IS THE CHAMPION

Just finished reading Act Five of Homestuck. It took ten days, but it happened, people. I can't even describe the euphoric stupor I've been in for the past half hour. I came up with this song while I was brushing my teeth shortly after I finished reading.

Hannah Is the Champion adapted from Queen's We are the Champions


Hannah is the champion, my friends,
And she'll keep on reading... 'till the end
BUM BUM BUM
Hannah is the champion, Hannah is the champion!
No time for school work because Homestuck just updated
A-a-AGAIINNNNN. 


I didn't finish the rest of the verses. Maybe it's a good thing I'm not a song writer. Anyhow, I am feeling really pretty good right now. While I was in the midst of reading act five, I got into the habit of taking screenshots of Gamzee looking creepy in the background. And eventually that metamorphosed into me taking screenshots of Gamzee looking creepy in the foreground. Here are some of my highlights...

What's he thinking of? I'm not sure. 

This sort of frightened me...

This is by far the best. EVER. So much emotion.

Anyway, I don't own any of these images, Homestuck belongs to Andrew Hussie, so on and so forth. There were so many more I wanted to post but then I became afraid that it might result in some weird copyright infringement. So, you get these three, and no more. Unless you know me in real life, in which case, just ask me to show you them at school monday! 

Glimpses from a Friday Afternoon

Friday was sort of not fun. I had a Biology quiz that I didn't actually study that hard for, and I'm pretty sure I failed it. This fun interaction took place shortly after I finished the quiz.

Setting: Biology Lab, lab table two. I take a seat next to my friend.


Me: I think I just failed that quiz.
Friend: Yeah, me too. 
Me: God, sometimes I hate Biology so much I just want it to die! (slams table with fist to prove point. Knocks over a container of plant leaves.)
Friend: Uh... are you going to clean that up?
Me: (crosses arms across chest) No. 
*Five minute intermission where nothing exciting happens*
Biology Teacher: (walks over to lab table two, examines leaves strewn on table.) Gosh, the kids in the period before you guys are so lazy. I'll clean up their mess.
Me: Uhmmm... (looks at friend, not sure what to say).
Biology teahcer: (picks up leaves, throws them away.)
Friend: aren't you going to tell him it was you?
Me: Not today... not today. 


Yeah, I feel sort of bad about this, but I feel like some things need to be left unsaid in this situation.


The following period my Economics teacher saw I had Homestuck pulled up on my computer and got all on my case about it (Okay, not really, he just was all, "What is THAT?"). Then I went to math, where my teacher noticed that I had written "Math Is Stupid" along the top of my paper the day before, and acted insulted by it. So many awkward interactions, so little time. Luckily I'm on Spring break right now, so I'll be able to blog everyday! Loljk I'm really going to be catching up on Homestuck. See you soon, my lovely readers!

P.S.- Happy April Fool's Day!

As you probably know, I pride myself on knowing how to play a little somethin' somethin' on the ukulele. It doesn't matter that my skills are, how you might say, below par. Recently, though I've come across a slight issue. I'm running out of ideas of songs to learn how to play. I've left it up to you, the reader, to give me suggestions, because I'm all out of good ideas. Is this lazy? Yes. Is it a little selfish? Also yes. But I want to hear what you guys think! So, comment away!

Snapshots from a Saturday Afternoon

So, as mentioned before, I like gnomes... a lot. I also like photography. I tried to fuse the two of those things together today. Generally I only take pictures in natural light; it's my aesthetic, if you will. All of these pictures have been taken in a room with artificial lighting, which I am going to blame the blurriness of the photos on ;)

This one I imagine going "Hee hee, a-hoo hoo!"

This one I saved on my desktop as "huuuuh?"

Creepy staring gnome. 

Stand tall, little one, for one day you will be great too! (This is the blurriest one :P)

Please give constructive criticism or feedback! Also, if you use these photos, please ask me first :) I know gnomes are cool, but c'mon, let's not plagiarize. 

Warning: This Post Contains Excess Amounts of Water Fountains

The water fountains in the cafeteria at my high school are faulty at best. They either don't work at all, or send out an irregular stream of water all over the floor. After a few months I was able to figure out how to successfully use the fountains to fill up my water bottles, but I would still end up getting water all over the floor. As a matter of fact, anyone who used the cafeteria fountains wound up getting water all over the floor.

For the past three days or so, I've noticed that a "Caution: Wet Floor" sign has been perpetually placed by these water fountains. I can't tell if this is the janitors' way of preparing for the worst, or an act of extreme laziness. I figure that rather than just wiping up the floor, or telling the student who got water everywhere to do it, the janitors have just decided to keep the sign there, and if you end up slipping in the water it's going to be your own dang fault because there was a wet floor sign there. The sign is just like a safety net for them, so they don't have to clean up the spills, and students have been warned to take caution.

But I can't help but feel it's pointless to keep the sign there at all times, because sometimes the floor isn't even wet! I can recall two different occasions where the floor has been completely dry, and the sign remained in its place. It causes me unnecessary anxiety, because I start to wonder, "Is there really water there? Do I just not see it? Am I going to slip and fall and break myself in half?". Clearly, these are extremely troublesome thoughts to foster, and I don't like it one bit. So please, janitors, just pick up the freaking sign.

Guess What?!

Last night, I started reading something. It's called Homestuck, and it's magical. A friend of mine has been trying to get me to read for awhile now, but I always came up with excuses not to. "I'm too busy" and "I have too much homework" were my top excuses. Now I can't believe that I had held off this long. At the beginning of it I thought it was a little bit boring, but about 20 minutes in, I couldn't stop myself. It's almost addicting, really. I always want to find out what's going to happen next.

For those of you who don't know, Homestuck is like a web comic. I'm not entirely sure how else to explain it. If you want more info, just ask my friend and fellow blogger Callie about it. She is a really big Homestuck fan, and I'm sure she could supply a better explanation than I am.