Star Tipping...In My Room?!

Yesterday, while I was cleaning my room, I came across this collection of plastic stars and planets that glow in the dark. You know; the kind that you stick to the ceiling. I had bought them in elementary school but never got around to putting them up. (I didn't have the loft bed at the time and I had no way to actually stick them on the ceiling.

So, I decided to release my inner child.

First, I tried tape. It didn't work. Then I tried double sided tape. That didn't work either. Then my inner child was crying inside. So, I came to the conclusion that this would require heavy duty stuff. It was time to break out the RUBBER CEMENT! Now that did the trick.

Then came another problem. I have one of those popcorn ceilings and to be honest, even the rubber cement was pretty challenging. Thus as I fought to stick them on correctly, little pieces of the ceiling kept pelting me in the face. (I feel for Michelangelo.) It was like snow...in July. Only itwas an evil type of blinding "snow" that never ceased to irritate me on my endeavor.

To make matters worse, just when I began to think it looked good, another problem surfaced. I had hoped I could organize them on my ceiling in a ...random way, because with this type of thing random looks the coolest in the end. But my subconscious took matters into its own hands. It seems I can be OCD even when I try not too. For as I was surveying my job, I noticed that everything was in ugly rows. I found myself in a rather sticky situation (yes...very bad pun intended).

So, I had to peel everything off and begin again. Then, to my horror, bits on the ceiling was stuck to the stuff by a gooey rubber-like substance. I had no choice but to dump the mass amount of stars and planets into my bathtub and peel everything off later.

When I resumed pasting them back on the ceiling, I found myself ARTIFICIAL star tipping in broad daylight. In reality, I just kept falling off the ladder of my loft bed. I think that is the closest I will ever get to star tipping in the comfort of my own room.

Wii: A Place Where We Can All Pretend to be Coordinateded

Ashley, Kelsy, Black-kun, and I got together a few days ago. I discovered on of the best series of games for the Wii. Trauma Center. It is a surgery game filled with awesomeness. The most recent game, Trauma Team involves forensics (among other slightly less cooler...but still epic things) on top of the surgery aspect.

All is going extremely well. I haven't killed anyone yet, which is always nice. The first patient was pretty straight forward. He was a motorcyclist who (because he is clumsy) crashed into a glass window. No shocker there. All I had to do pretty much was take out the glass, apply antibiotic gell, and stitch him up again. Apparently Kelsy actually killed the poor man on her first trybecause she kept dropping the glass back into him.

I also got to do the forensics in Trauma Team. You don't loose by killing anyone; if you answer too many questions wrong, you fail. To my amusement, they always put in one question that is obviously off. You play the role of Naomi who doesn't really get along with the living all that well. And she just so happens to have a phone that can pick up on the last few words of the dead...while you play, the Wii-mote vibrates and whispers them to you. Fun.

The first case is that a man supposedly committed suicide by slitting his wrists and setting fire to the place while locking himself in his room.

But in reality, this guy was a drug dealer who was stabbed in the lung by a repair man who "came to fix his heater"...in the middle of the summer.

It was here where I answered questions like...

"Why did the killer go through such complicated methods just to light a fire?"
"That's just how he rolls"

Another one that amused me...

"Why did the killer place the victim in the bed?"

"He wanted him to die in comfort"

*insert sarcasm here* Riiiight. Ok, lets see. I just stabbed this guy in the lung with my screwdriver and took his drugs. And I am going to slit his wrist and set fire to his room. But it would be such a shame if this sucker had to suffocate on the floor!

Moving on, the guy who did the diagnostics made my smile too. Ah Dr. Gabriel Cunningham and his caustic comments. He doesn't get along too well with his talking computer. The again, she wasn't programed to the liking of many people. Another one of my favorite quotes in the game is from her.

Congratulations! You have acquired, "dyspnea"!

With the tone she said it, she mind as well have been saying "Good for you; you are having trouble breathing, even though breathing is a very important bodily function. Congratulations, you are abnormal." Yeah, luckily Gabriel corrected her.

It is a shame I don't have a Wii. Otherwise, I would be preoccupied extracting tumors at this moment.

My Reputation Precedes Me - Part 2: Walking while Intoxicated

(This rant is a sequel to The Beginning of My Life as a Juvenile Delinquent)
I have been thinking to myself the past few months that I should continue on my rants about the inside joke about being a juvenile delinquent (which is not actually true).  Now I can continue my stories.  Yes, you may now applaud.  Today I will elaborate on yet another blonde moment that has shaped the myth that I am a delinquent - my incident with spiked drinks...as a minor.

Once I accidentally  drank a mass amount of highly spiked fruit punch.  This was when I was around 13 and at a party my grandparents dragged me to because they were the only ones who could pick me up from a half day at school.
It started with one glass of the yummy stuff.  Twelve glasses later, I was walking, quite awkwardly I might add, to to punch bowl.  I filled the glass and was so greedy that I figured that I would just stand there so I wouldn't have to keep walking back and fourth.  That was when some old lady behind me told me that it had a lot of alcohol in it.  With a large gulp of the punch still swishing around in my cheeks, I had to think of a way to pull this off and still look innocent.  The most logical thing I could think of was to spit what was left in my mouth back into the glass, pour the backwashed liquid in the glass back into the bowl, drop the glass back into the bowl, and, with an innocent look on my face, walk back to my table as if nothing had happened.  Even the walking part backfired.  I clumsily took the scenic route instead of the shortest way, drunkenly tripping over the air in my path. I am pretty weird most of the time but I can't imagine how terrifying I would be under the influence of alcohol. Those poor senior citizens.

Yes, I got drunk when I was 13 at a retirement home.

It certainly did not help when I went to the movie theater shortly afterward.  I was quite happy and clung to my friend asking when it was that she grew so tall.  I looked up her with a grin on my face saying that I had very yummy fruit punch that day.  It took only a fraction of a second for her mind to click.  Then I proceeded to glomp an innocent bystander to the tile floor...because he looked like Jang Geun Suk (or someone else from an Asian T.V. show, my memory escapes me).
Of course, he wasn't who my drunken brain mistook him to be.  My friend apologized on my part saying that I was "one french fry short of a happy meal".

Unfortunately, I still had testing the next day.  That year was the dreaded memory map; yes, we had to draw and color a large map of the world (labeling countries, cities, and land features incorporated) by memory.  Hence the name.  And this was the day of my hangover.  I had anime characters voices in my head claiming colors and which countries would be theirs (for the record, Roy Mustang won...seeing as how he was the dictator of almost every country).  And, I forgot to draw Fiji.  I just wrote it in big bold letters in the middle of the ocean.  I told my teacher it was an ISLAND and since the dot on the "I" was surrounded by "water" that it was in fact on the map.