I think I'm gonna make a late resolution. To let no guy hurt me, as they've been so prone to doing. So a few minutes ago, I cried the last testosterone-related tear that I hope to ever have again.
Every once in a while I realize I'm on the computer with nothing to do. And sometimes, within those times, I think that I have something interesting to say. And it's not until I try to type it all out when I realize that I'm not only bored, but I've just written an entirely pointless LJ update.
Material things that have fucked up over the past two weeks: -Hot water heater broke. -Basement flooded. -Heater broke. -Water main at school busted. -Band field caught on fire. -Entire house flooded.
I drank from the water fountain after school the day the water main broke. Oops. And I set the band field on fire. Oops.