Because It's Better To Be Irrational With Me Than Rational With Someone Else

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Because Fire Is Just So Freaking Sexy

I'm at work now. Actually, I am on my break, so I decided to write something really quick (and besides, I look frighteningly sexy on my laptop).

1. Today my metalsmithing professor allowed me to use the solder/torch without anybody's supervision. As soon as he left the room, I noticed a beautiful piece of paper that was just screaming to be burned! And less than a second later, its wish was granted. Problem though: it was covered with a special flammable chemical, so it was hard to put it out just by blowing on it (not that blowing would help much). I was panicking, I was too far away from the sink, and too far away from anything to cover the fire, so I did what any sensible crazy person would do, put it out with my bare hands.

2. Poopy Punky Rocketfuel aka Fluffy is one crazy puppy. He doesn't sleep on his doggy bed anymore (he sleeps on my bed and uses my back as pillow)...well, no. He moved the doggy bed closer to the door, so whenever I leave, he just...settles himself there and waits for me. There's something seriously wrong with him.

3. My dad approached me today at work and I threatened him that if he does that one more time, I will without any guilt serve him with a restraining order. He knows I am capable of doing it.

4. Bottle of NyQuil and 7 cups of espresso in one hour do not mix well.

5. Staying out of trouble is one of many lessons that my parents skipped.

5:25 p.m. - April 20, 2006

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