I Have No Common Sense.

Literally. I can't even cross the road.


Case and point? I just ate half a can of orange juice concentrate because I was worried that the concentrate : water ratio was too high and I didn't want my orange juice to come out bad. Turns out, the word concentrate is pretty damned deceiving. It's not concentrated at all, fuckers. Apparently you really only need 3 cans water per 1 can of orange juice. So now, my taste buds have been blinded by the "dear god this SO does not taste like sherbet" orange juice concentrate and I'm stuck with about a gallon of room-temperature watered-down orange juice. -facepalm- And no, sadly orange juice concentrate really doesn't taste like sherbet (and I quite like sherbet. D:)...it's like getting punched in the face by a giant pissed off orange.

This is why I don't cook....



Anyways, sorry I've been incognito...school is a soul sucking machine. I've got finals up until the 22nd of December...but I'll be returning after that with lots of fun and exciting blog posts (LOL!). In the meanwhile, I suggest you check out the new Google laptop and stay away from orange juice concentrate.

Also, enjoy the greatest video ever, courtesy of the Onion News Network:



NASA Scientists Plan To Approach Girl By 2018


***UPDATE****

WOW. I REALLY have NO common sense. What did I just do?? I burnt a hole in my carpet. A fucking BLACK HOLE in my carpet. Fuck.

How the hell did I manage this?? Well, my old apartment has no overhead lighting and I was sitting on the floor studying when I decided that I needed more light. And because I am oh-so-clever I decided to take down one of my Chinese hanging lanterns and light it on the floor. All was going swimmingly until I went to take a piss, come back and my nose goes, "OMFG! what's burning?!?!" The lantern of fucking course. Because light bulbs are typically 3000 fucking degrees Celsius warm and last time I checked thin paper burns at much lower heats. -facepalm-. Jumping into action, I grab the lantern shut the light off and then look down...


AT THE GAPING, FLAMING HOLE IN MY CARPET.


Panicking I say to myself, oh, it must just be ash from the paper and proceed to stick my mother fucking finger in it to 'rub it off'. I'm pretty sure I burnt off my finger print. Word to the wise- NEVER EVER stick your finger in molten carpet fibers. It hurts like hell. Also, I had no idea that my carpet was plastic based. That makes me feel like my apartment is some how even more cheap that I already thought it was. I always assumed carpet was, idk, made of sheep wool or something. Ugh, bye bye room deposit. It was nice knowing you. D:

On the upside, I could probably be a legit criminal now because no one could get my full prints. XD Anyone want to be the Clyde to my Bonnie??