Sometimes, the Epic House is not so epic, as it has its disasters, too. Here are the ones that have happened this year:

Saturday night after Ikkicon, everyone showers and goes to bed. I turn off the lights, get in bed, and then start falling asleep. Then Kim knocks on my door.

"Um, I dunno how to tell you this, but your soap dish fell off the wall."

Lolz. Let's take a look at that damage:



Somehow, it just randomly fell off. Sunday afternoon, I worked on repairing the wall. I went out and got some Gorilla Glue:



If you're not familiar with this stuff, it's one of the most hardcore glues out there. I believe you can glue a brick onto a wall with it.

Applied the glue:


Stuck it back on the wall, and used duct tape to make it hold on while the glue dried:



The duct tape was poor quality, so I had to put a lot on. Justin saw it and screamed "EXORCISM! EXORCISM!!" Haha.



It's good as new, provided that Kim doesn't hulk out and rip it off again, lol.

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One day, the garbage disposal just went kaput for no reason. Flipped the switch, and it simply hummed, but it didn't suck in all our leftover gunk. I look up for ways to fix it, and try pushing the reset button at the bottom:



Nope, didn't fix it. I turned the blade wheels with a broom handle and they turned just fine, but the disposal still didn't budge. Risa and I went to Home Depot and get an allen wrench, and I jammed it up the hole at the bottom:



After a few tugs, I loosened the stuck rotor. Flipped the switch, and the disposal came back to life. Never has the sound of food getting sucked in and ripped into shreds been so beautiful.



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Ok, one more. This one was the weirdest ever. It's about 1 AM on Sunday night/Monday morning, and most of us are going to sleep. Risa's in bed, and I'm about to turn off my laptop to go sleep, too. Then I hear water dripping in our bathroom. Oh, not a big deal, that sometimes happens once in awhile when someone upstairs showers.

Then the drops turned into a steady stream.

I check the bathroom, and there's water streaming out of the air vent. I stick a basin under there, then rush upstairs. There's a small flood around the washing machine. I lift the lid, and notice that the water keeps rushing into Becca's clothes. Something wrong with the sensor, probably. Becca comes in and curses as I figure out to turn off the water supply. I rush downstairs, and there's literally a downpour in our bathroom. My basin overflowed and the whole place was flooded:



That's Risa's ice chest there, too. I couldn't take a good shot of the water streaming down here, though, as I didn't snatch the camera until later. Then Risa tells me there's water coming into our bedroom:



AGHHHH. WHY IS THIS HAPPENING?!? By this time, the other girls have gotten the guys next door to come and help put pots and towels everywhere to catch the water. Fortunately, the water was hitting only the carpet, not any of our stuff. Risa and I had to sleep in the living room for the night though, while Becca had to go back and forth doing her laundry at the guys' house.

As for the washer and the wet carpet, our landlord had that fixed up by the end of the week. Thank goodness x_X

Ikkicon was February 6-8th, so I am definitely late in talking about it, but I need to write at least something about it since I have some other things I want to blog about.

On Friday, we left at around 4. I dressed up as Haruhi from OHSHC, in which I apparently look like a lesbian (thanks, Ricky -_-) when I'm not wearing the jacket, lol. After nearly getting run over by some asshole in a blue car in downtown, we easily secured a parking meter at 4th and San Jacinto. It was the best time, as many cars had left for rush hour and it was still early for night-shifters to come in. We only had to pay $1 until the meter got to 5:30 pm, which is free time. Sweet.

Here's me as Haruhi:


SkyPirate also took a pic, but unfortunately I look horribly exhausted and I didn't even finishing buttoning the jacket after taking it off for dinner. I was kinda tired, as I went to Engineering Expo that morning. I really want to remake my jacket as it's just too short and I totally bombed the collar. One day...

Alright, I have to tell this story. Anyway, Emily, Kim, Juliann, and I being the bored perverts that we are, we go to Yaoi Fest at midnight after watching Kim participate in the Anime Dating Game. We sit and wait, and apparently there's technical difficulties, but the staff member says they are really trying hard to get a working projector. Some guy in the audience gets up, asks for the guys in the room, and establishes a spin-the-bottle at the front of the room. Hilarity ensues. One of the first guys to go was a Kyouya (also from OHSHC) cosplayer that was more or less shoved there by his friend. You can see him at the beginning of this video here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gmknQfW1QrU . Obviously he was very reluctant, but it gets rather funny, especially when his friend gets up and participates to apparently show him how not to be a wimp.

Here is the Kyouya for reference, courtesy of Juliann:




Anyway, the staff guy comes back and the projector is still working out its kinks, so everyone is just waiting in the dim light. Then Kyouya's friend comes over to my row.

"Hey, my friend is interested in you." ::points to me::

I just stared, and I think I mumbled "uhh, ok...thanks?". What the hell was that, and wtf are they doing at a Yaoi Fest if they're straight?!? Looking for chicks, I suppose -_-;;.

After getting tired of the projector not working, we just leave the room. I avoided Kyouya for the rest of the con to avoid anything awkward >_>. Apparently he was emo Saturday night, as someone posted this on 4chan:


If I see him again though, I don't think I would mind at least asking for a name so I can stop calling him "that Kyouya guy", though if he remembered who I was, then it might be weird.

Back at my place, we had our own yaoi fest. Among our viewings was the infamous corn scene from Boku no Sexual Harassment. OMG I can never look at corn on the cob or a bottle of bourbon the same again X_X.
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Saturday, I dressed as Queen of Hearts. It's still a work in progress, but I added a staff this time, and some heart hair pins. SkyPirate's photo:



There was a Power Rangers panel featuring the actor as Tommy from the original series! Very cool. The rest of the day was generally kind of boring, except for the cosplay show, so here's just some photo highlights of the photoshoot we had. Credit to Emily for the photos of me:













I love this one:

I was wandering around facebook last night when Emily told me that Miyavi is performing at Anime Matsuri back in Houston, on Easter weekend. MIYAVI. He's a huge name in J-rock and is one of the best guitarists in Japan, if not THE BEST. How a three-year-old anime convention--albeit a reputably overpriced one--afforded him I have no clue.

Miyavi! I normally don't like guys with lots of tattoos and piercings, but he's an exception since he's so cute:



He's got a whole Buddhist sutra on his back:



Apparently it took two tattoo artists 12 hours to do that!

Here's the link to a short clip of phenomenal guitar skills:
[url]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZIGbb5yqklA[/url]

<3 Miyavi

Last night, I was more or less dared to watch Dir En Grey's "Obscure" PV. Why the dare? Well, first off, there's a censored and uncensored version. The friend that dared me into it--though I was the one who brought it up--watched the uncensored one before and deemed it a "hell vision".

I'm a total wimp with scary movies, so I watched the censored version first. To give you a snapshot, here's what Kyo, the lead singer, looks like in the video:



Censored, my ass. There was blood, nudity, and death everywhere. Kyo goes into seizures and barfs up nasty goo the whole video. Naked geisha women crawling around with blood out of their mouths. It really freaked me out.

So naturally, I tried the uncensored version.

However, I had a plan. I would turn down the sound, shrink down the window, and play "Dragostea din tei" aka the Numa Numa song while watching the video. It worked like a charm. The visuals were still incredibly disturbing, but listening to a ridiculously happy song numbed out most of the terror. Nevertheless, "hell vision" really is the best term for it. Some notable elements of the video:

--Kyo barfing out his insides, which turn into some tentacle monster

--Naked geisha having an orgy with each other and some guy with a large spiky metal penis. Metal penis guy murders them all with very bloody butt sex. Blood gushes out of their mouths, splashes everywhere.

--Guy rips his heart out and EATS IT

The way the whole video is directed is just freaky, too. It's like everyone is having a seizure. I haven't watched the video with the music playing, but I don't think I want to.
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On a lighter note, I opened up my TI-83 Plus calculator. For the whole fall semester, some of the number buttons took several tries to work. Since it was four years old, my mom said to just buy another calculator. Might as well open up the calculator right?

I got out my spiffy screwdriver/wedge set from a Japanese $2 store that just opened in Houston, called "fit".



Momo came to help.



It took awhile to get all six little screws out, but I finally got them out, along with the backup battery screw. Then I stuck in the wedge tool, jammed it around the sides, and pryed the calculator apart:




Now to check the padding, which I thought might be the culprit to the messed-up buttons:





Nope, the padding looked just fine. It was probably something to do with the circuit boards itself. Suddenly, I remembered something important:

"HEY, Calvin, is there anything wrong with me touching the circuit boards with my bare hands??"

Calvin: "No, as long you don't have any static. Do you need my anti-static wristband?"

Me: "Crap."

Oh well, I'll just assume I don't have enough static to fry the board, haha. At this point, you could just dump the buttons into a pile, which Calvin did:



It took awhile to put all the buttons back -_-. I put the calculator back together, but unfortunately, I couldn't get three of the screws back in. OH WELL. Let's test that calculator:



No improvement. Well, at least it still works.

I forgot that I never posted about Oni-con. It was sort of boring, especially on Friday, but I still had a few good adventures. I went Friday and Saturday, and wore Queen of Hearts on both days:


(photo credit to Renee)

It's not done, but since it's an original design, who cares =D! For the first time, I wasn't insanely stressed out the night before the con. I still stayed up till 1:30 AM adding the bottom red designs, but it could have been worse. Creating the designs didn't take that long, but I was very picky about getting the designs right in the middle since I would only have one shot. I want to add a prop and some black designs on the red part, and maybe some designs on the back. The dress is massive thanks to my hoop-skirt petticoat. That thing is the best deal I have ever gotten on ebay--$15.50 shipped. A new hoop-skirt usually costs at least $30. It was used, but still in great condition. It also made taking pictures very convenient, as I just had to plop my bag down and step over it since my dress would cover it.

On Friday, I think I just roamed around most of the time. Registration was ridiculous. Everyone--pre-reg, early Thursday con-goers, regular registration--was forced to wait outside in a big blob that consisted of several lines to get badges. My group pre-registered and Kristin still had to wait a whole hour to get our badges, which didn't even have badge names on them, just numbers. Lanyards? Clips? Nope, just that cheap plastic ribbon stuff that's usually used to tie balloons. Luckily, the weather was a comfortable 70 degrees, and a bit windy.

At Friday night, I went to the masquerade ball. It started two hours late, but at least Steven kept everyone updated on what was going on, and the staff did the best they could despite computer malfunctions, sound problems, and other set-up issues. It was alright, though it was sort of tiring listening to "Sandstorm" being remixed over and over for an hour. However, I understand since Steven told me the computer completely crashed midday, so the playlist must have been screwed up or just completely wiped off. My friends and I entered our Alice in Wonderland costumes for the masquerade ball contest:


Renee as Cheshire Cat, me as Queen of Hearts, Emily as Mad Hatter, Ashley as a Hearts card (photo credit to Kristin)

We won first place! We got a trophy and some glowsticks/light-up toys. Before we even left the room, someone broke the spinning light-up wand and Emily accidentally cracked the XL glowstick -_-;. We have more Wonderland characters but they didn't wear their costumes until Sunday. Hopefully we will have a nice Alice photoshoot sometime.

On Saturday, Juliann and I tried to look for some panels. We went to "A Trip To Japan: Travel Tips", even though Juliann has already been there. It was boring, so we left. When we ate lunch with the others, we gathered to look at the schedule. "Uncensored Panel 18+" stood out, lol. Ashley and Juliann particularly wanted to see since they recently turned 18 and wanted to use that to their advantage for the first time, haha. It was scheduled right after the cosplay show so hey, why not.

The cosplay show was good. However, the same annoying song was used by three different entries, ugh. I don't know the name of it, though. After the show, Vic Mignogna auctioned off his Ouran jacket, which had a bite ripped out of it by another voice actor, for $410 to donate to a Hurricane Ike charity. It's probably worth no more than $50, lol, but at least it went to a good cause. Afterwards, we went to look for the suspicious panel.

We had no idea what the panel was about, as many things could fall under "18+". However, with us, it was hopefully some kind of porn, haha. Finding the room was impossible, so we ended up wandering around the floor for some time, at some point I exclaimed "WHERE IS THE PORN?!?" a little too loudly. We stumbled upon a room in which appeared to be a J-rock band, but they weren't Asian:

(photo credit to Joy)

Introducing De-lyne/Delain/Xavier??/sp??, some band that was just hanging around looking cool. We dubbed them the "fake band". Some of us split off to talk with them while the rest of us kept looking for the panel. Emily and I eventually found it, and Juliann and Ashley got cold feet and didn't want to go in. There was a large ratio of men to women...I wonder why >_>. Unfortunately, a lady came to say that the panel was going to be delayed two hours, which is when we were leaving. Also, the lady mentioned names of voice actors that were coming in for the panel, so the "porn" was probably just uncensored anime, usually pretty tame with just cursing, gore, and maybe brief partial nudity intact. Oh well.

I finished cleaning my room today, since it's gotten disgusting after sewing up Queen of Hearts and dumping all the contents in my older desk around my room so I could move the desk up to Austin. Here's what it looks like now:





I'll be doing a few wig commissions again during winter break, so that wide open space will be convenient as a mini wig-studio. The white wig in the corner just came in today and I'll work on it very soon. I also found a lot of junk that I am more than happy to offer for anybody that wants it:



I asked Joy if she wanted the jewelry boxes, so she gets first dibs on those since she may need them. There's a small packet of tiny green glass beads without holes that I think you're supposed to use like how you use glitter. There's also black and red glitter. I also have a huge amount of beads:



Take some, please. I also have a collection of pressed red rose petals and seashells:



These are free for the taking, too, as I don't know what to do with either of those.

EDIT: I also have four bags of stuffing (one is not pictured). Again, completely free, just pick up however many you want.



Close-up photos of acrylic jewels and beads:









Clear jewels:


Yesterday, at Secret Santa, Juliann gave me a new pair of headphones! Good thing too, as my old headphones are in extremely sad shape. I found something else in my room from another Secret Santa back in high school orchestra a long while ago. However, it was poorly planned and we never got the chance to find out our Secret Santa. I kept the bag in my desk since then so maybe I could one day find out who it was, and I found it again:



The bag had two pairs of small earrings inside. From the handwriting, all I can figure out is it's a girl. And I will never know...

My trip to New York last week was fun. I didn't have an embarrassing barf moment this time! I'm very barf-prone during vacations, sadly, especially if charter buses are involved. I hate that charter bus smell. My aunt stuffed us with SO MUCH FOOD. I felt hungry only once during the whole trip. Even where we were leaving to the airport, she had bags of food for us to take. I almost threw a fit because I couldn't stand so much food anymore, lol.

My family traveled New York last time with a tour, but this time we just traveled the city on foot. Everything is close by and there's the subway, so it was fun hunting for landmarks. I spotted the Tiffany and Co. store, only to turn around and find that we were standing next to the Trump Building! The weather was wonderfully cool though, even if it rained a lot. We also took a side trip to Boston to visit America's nerdiest schools and it's gorgeous harbor.

Now I have to get ready for school, poop. I can still remember the pain of studying into the night that wretched-course-we-shall-not-name. I still haven't sold that stupid textbook. So far, to prepare, I bought one of my textbooks, lol. I still need a bed, drawers, and the rest of my books. I'm insisting my extra desk will work fine though my mom wants a new one. It's kind of risky, but my mom would rather have us go to Austin first and get furniture later so we know it will fit with my roommate's stuff. Maybe I will have to sleep on the floor a few nights but ookk. I may need to help get a dining table. I want to build my own furniture, lol. It sounds fun, except that one day I might but an awesome dish on the table only to have the whole table collapse under me. LOL.

LOL our Kins dance party was awesome. Nothing like blasting Dr. Dre at late hours and making up bad dance moves to freak out guys. Wendy's impression of those slutty tabletop girls at clubs made me laugh so hard XD. I miss hanging out with you two. =)

Ah, Ellen, remember biochemistry? Remember our undying hatred for it? Well, even though the class is over, it is still screwing me over. First of all, I passed the stupid class. Barely, but passed. Then I see that the grade I got was a D. I talk to Sky, our kind and wonderful TA *sarcasm*, and then Dr. Kitto to get it fixed. Fortunately, it's a C now, but it took awhile for the registrar to fix it. Grr.
Then I had to sell the book. I had hoped to get the damned book off my hands as soon as possible, but it was the last textbook to be sold. Oh well, if it's sold, it's sold, right? The problems did not stop there. The person who bought the book emailed me telling me he dropped the class--I don't blame him--and wanted to return the book. Agh, oh well, I guess I'll just sell it again. Later, he emails me and says he'll just try to sell it himself, and sorry for the trouble.
But the biochemistry gods are not done. The guy emails me again, telling me that the CD is broken and he wants a return now. Wth. I should have packaged the book better knowing the USPS's service towards packages -_-;. I sigh, then allow him to return the book for a full refund.
Now I still have this stupid book, this time with a broken CD. The CD was the only redeeming quality about this book. I can no longer watch its educational flash-animation videos while it mispronounces fatty-acyls into "fatty-assholes". If I find the WileyPlus card--that was a total waste of $50--I'll try to sell the book again. Otherwise, I might give it away to someone I would like to wish a lifetime of biological doom and gloom.

I broke up with Michael this past weekend. It was something I just had to do.

Over a year ago, we began having the same fight over and over. We didn't fight constantly, but for a while, it happened once a month. The argument never changed. Michael often had family problems and was devastated by them. He wanted me to leave him, to get away from him and his issues. He yelled at me, telling me I was selfish and uncaring, and cursed horribly at me. Everytime, I would have to calm him down by telling I was standing by him, no matter what he was going through at the time. The fights were terrible; we would always end up in tears. I didn't know what to do. It turned out Michael had depression, and after medical help, the fights stopped, or at least the intensity and frequency decreased tremendously. He is generally fine now in regards to the depression. Nevertheless, the fights left a permanent scar in the relationship to me, and that's when I began questioning things.

I had always figured that I wouldn't marry Michael. We had discussed this awhile ago, and we understood. He's a spur-of-the-moment, fast-moving, and traveling sort of guy. I preferred settling and planning ahead. Nothing wrong with what Michael is, but I doubt it would work out in the long run. Besides, we're so young, and I'm not looking for a husband right now. However, we had always felt we just liked being together too much to split apart.

My feelings for Michael became like a pendulum. It would swing to the sides when I felt attached to him, but hung in the middle when I just didn't feel anything. It would go back and forth for months, but recently, it just stopped in the middle and refused to budge. We went ice skating with friends. When I looked at him, he was simply a good friend. I honestly couldn't see any different. I suppose that was our last date. We actually had our first date at the very same ice rink at three and a half years ago, though it was called the Aerodome back then. Hmm, a circular ending.

Telling someone you love them differently is so incredibly hard to do. I couldn't believe I watched Michael break down, and I was the one that caused it. However, I could not live a lie any longer.

We're still close friends, and we're both fine now, after about a week. Thank you very much to my friends for helping me figure out this situation.

I promise the next entries will not be so emo ;).

I went ice skating today with friends. I do not know what possessed me to go, but I went anyway (most likely to avoid studying, I do nearly anything to be able to avoid it, haha). I hate ice skating!! It goes too fast, it hurts my feet, and if I fall, it's cold, wet, and hard, and someone could skate over me. I don't like that it's just not secure. It was my third time and I still do not like it. I prefer dancing, but on dry land, thank you very much. I fell twice, but fortunately it was on my butt so no damage there, lol.

I need to find a bra so I can wear a dress I've been saving to watch graduation on Friday after my test. It looks a lot like this, just with a patterned fabric: . It's the best-fitting dress I've ever had. Unfortunately, that keyhole reveals my bra, and my pasties don't really make me feel secure--they hurt when I take them off, too! I could just take apart an old bra and sew the cups in, but I might as well get a bra I could use in the future for other clothes and my old bras don't fit well anyway. I hope no one finds me too slutty, cause when I turn to the side, you can see the curve of my boob >_>;. It really is a lovely dress, though. Maybe I'll wear a nice necklace to distract people.

Why do I keep taking about boobs?

So...I had to change my test date to this coming Friday instead since I didn't study enough >_>;. BAD CATHERINE. I'm definitely studying now because after the first couple weeks of summer where I'm all excited that I don't have anything urgent to do, I get bored out of my mind. If only I could have done this with my midterms back at school.

I discovered this a few weeks ago, but never announced it. I am officially...a 34A! I would like to thank Ellen and Michael, who believed in my boobs even when I did not, lol. I thought that I could only fit smaller 34A bras, like the flatter T-shirt types or the preteen ones, but my old bras just didn't fit right anymore. When I went shopping, I picked a couple of 32's and 34's and tried them on. The 32's just shoved things in odd ways, but all the 34's fit just right. It's a relief as 32A bras are difficult to find, and I'm now more proportional to my 36'' butt >_>;. On the other hand, it means I am fatter. It's true--I've gained 5 pounds this past school year (thanks Kinsolving!). At least this time, some of the weight went where I wanted it to, and I had a wonderful time a Kinsolving this past year, as opposed to the emoness of Jester the previous year when I actually lost some weight because Jester was just that depressing (sadly, I am not exaggerating). I would rather be happy and fat than skinny and emo. I'm working to lose 5 pounds this past year, and hopefully my bust doesn't go along with it.

Some words to Jester dorm: as Wendy likes to say in a French accent, "Eet iz so bad I vould not even sheet on eet".

Last week, we got a new TV. Or rather, a large 61'' monster that now engulfs our living room. Our old TV was just fine. However, my mom once asked my brother why his friends never come to our house to play. He said it was because our TV wasn't big enough. "Ok, we'll get a new TV," says my dad. Honestly, guys and their TV's -_-;.
We hit the Memorial Day sale at Fry's and got a fantastic deal for a 61'' DLP TV for about $1500. It's the first hi-def TV we've had, lol. We can now count the individual stubble hairs of every male TV spokesperson. Here's a picture, purposely taken off-center so you can compare it to the doorframe:



Fittingly, this was the first movie watched on the TV:



Excellent movie, epic in every way. I couldn't stop laughing. Why in the world did Xerxes have so much makeup and bling on? He had perfectly painted eyebrows and pink metallic lipstick. And a gold banana hammock for goodness sakes. This is Xerxes:



No wonder South Park made him into a lesbian.

I asked Calvin why his friends aren't just flying in. His answer? "Well, we have a turd in the house." The "turd":



Momo is not a turd! >:(

I'm supposed to be studying for the pharmacy tech exam, and while I have studyed, I need to study quite a bit more >_>;. I didn't think I would be so distracted in three weeks. I think I'll be ok, as the material isn't too difficult, and I can always change the test date if I need to.

Generally I've been just doing random tasks (usually Momo-related), exercising, and some lounging around. I opened up a wig commission business soon after I got back home from school, and business is going great so far as I've been answering quote requests left and right. I'm just starting the business and I'm not in any dire financial situation, so I'm taking up to 4 commissions per month to make sure I don't overbook. I've been worried about the dying economy, so I didn't think a lot of people would want wig commissions, especially since I'm just starting out so I would have been happy with just 2 commissions for the whole summer. It's only been two weeks and I'm most likely booked for the summer already o_O;.If you want to see the site, it's here at www.freewebs.com/chisaiwigs. It's a bit plain, but it has the necessary things in. I planned to decorate more, but I got so busy with answering quotes, ack. It's a quite a bit of work even for a tiny business, but I really enjoy being my own boss and organizing everything just the way I want it. Maybe I got that from my dad? lol.

At 2 in the morning on Saturday, I was coming back from the bathroom when I knocked over my glass vase. The rocks in it shattered the glass, and I accidentally stepped on it in the swift moment. Incredibly dumb, right? I know, especially since my conscience told me all day to move the vase--I had set it on the floor when I had to rush to Jonos' house to style a wig for commission--or at least remove the rocks. Well, fine, conscience, you win. I sat in the dim light of my nightstand lamp assessing the damage, clutching my foot. I didn't feel much pain, but I knew something had happened. Lifted left hand. Just a tiny smear of blood. No problem. Lifted right hand. The WHOLE HAND was covered in blood, and the blood was dripping down onto the ivory carpet. AGHH.

I left a gruesome bloody trail from my bedroom to the bathroom. It looked like a murder scene, lol. I rinsed the blood off of my foot and found that a large chunk of my second smallest toe was detached from the rest. I grabbed my Hello Kitty towel and wrapped around it, hoping I would not need to go to the hospital for stitches at this ungodly hour. I sort of half-fainted on the floor, as I get light-headed if I lose a lot of blood. I'm not really disgusted by the blood, especially considering I watch Forensic Files so much, it's just a weird natural reaction. I grabbed the bathroom rug and covered the broken glass with it. Then I staggered back to my bed and half-fainted again. Hello Kitty's cute round face was now a very morbid large red blob, surrounded by many other large, deep red blobs on the towel. I tied the towel to my foot, then drifted to sleep, wondering what my dad and Calvin would think of the random red streaks around the bathroom floor. I had tried to clean them up the best I could, but was too light-headed to balance myself. I sincerely hope they wouldn't notice the new sanitary pad wrappings in the trash can--that's right, I was having cramps, too--and come up with a very wrong conclusion.

Thankfully, Calvin thought it was just makeup when I told him the story. My toe is recovering well. Now I need a new wig stand for pictures as that's what the glass vase was for.

Yesterday, I made dumplings for lunch. I have to learn how to cook after all, and I like dumplings. I also had plenty of spare time...not wanted to study for the pharm test yet...so why not make them?

I looked up a recipe online and made the pork filling:



It's pork, Nappa cabbage, and various sauces, oils, and spices. The sesame oil made it smell great. Then I folded them:



The easy way is to just fold the dough over in a half-moon shape, but you can fold it up fancier, too. My mom used to make dumplings all the time when I was very small and tried to teach me how, but as you can see, it didn't really work >_>;. As you can see, I folded the dumplings in various ways depending on what I could manage. There's a half-moon shape over there, a half folded one over there, etc.



They look really nice all in the pan until you stare at them closely and realize no two are alike XD. They kind of remind me of these guys:



There are 12 dumplings not pictured above because I was cooking them. Here they are:



I made my own dumpling sauce, too. They were a bit floppy from not being filled/folded perfectly, but the filling tasted much better than the frozen kind at the store. Now I'm hungry from looking at these pictures, lol.

Ah, my first post on LJ. Finally, a way to publicize my disturbing and deteriorating mind to the outside world.

Today I finally finished my BMIL tech report outline as much as I could and finished network theory homework. Now I am beginning to register for summer school at the prestigious and exemplary Wharton County Junior College that is conveniently 9 minutes away from my home. I get to take US History, the most interesting class in the world. How lucky I am! *sarcasm ends*
Anyway, I need to call tomorrow morning to ask if I count as a freshman or transfer student. Whatever it is, no way in heck am I doing any essays in the application, though I don't think WCJC requires them anyway. It just disturbs me when I see them in the applytexas application.
I need to get the hang of this customizing LJ thing.