have you ever smelled rancid chocolate pudding? if you haven't, i envy you. if you have, i pity you. it is actually much more disgusting that you might imagine. as you can probably guess, i found a rather large amout of very, very, very rancid pudding in my fridge. naturally to see if it was still good or not, i took a nice big whiff of it (BAD IDEA) and nearly gagged. so then rather than dump the thing in the kitchen garbage and give it a chance to REALLY stink up the kitchen as it further decomposed, my mum suggested dumping it down the toilet.
so i went into the bathroom and, naturally, when something smells very bad, you just have to smell it again.. which i did and nearly gagged again. then i dumped it down the toilet and nearly gagged once more. chocolate pudding, as you know, is a very dark brownish colour. when put into the toilet it dilutes itself and turns into a nice shade of diarrhea. and yes, diarrhea shall now be known as a colour all its own. so anyway, the toilet is just swimming in diarrhea coloured chocolate pudding. quite disgusting if you ask me. but at least now the rancid pudding is gone.
a side note, if you ever wanted to pull an april fool's joke and make everyone in your house sick, you could just fill all the toilets with chocolate pudding and thoroughly gross them all out in the early morning when they're not prepared for it.

speaking of toilets, you have to be careful when you go to the bathroom in the toilets on the main floor of the ICT building. the toilets flush so violently that you get splashed if you aren't quick and back away. twice now i've been gotten. i'll have to remember next time to back away as far as i can first and then flush the toilet with my foot or something. or open the door, flush and then run screaming out of there. although the last option would probably cause the most stares, and generally i try and avoid those, me not really liking people all that much.

a while ago, i told my mum that i would be perfectly happy being a hermit (although, a hermit with a husband and a few kids... or at least a hermit with a boyfriend). and it's true. i would be perfectly happy living a million miles from everyone so long as i had at least one person to keep me company. (otherwise my imagination would run wild and i would scare myself to death, such a thing being possible of course.) i am trying to get over my fear of people though. so, actually, i suppose i like people, i'm just afraid of them, leading me to believe that i don't like them. (follow?) ok, yes. i do like people and i do enjoy their company, they just scare me when they're new. which is why i have no friends, because i'm afraid to talk to anyone that i don't know. i'm also afraid of the phone.. but i think that's just an extension of me being afraid of people. because, you see, on the phone i have to talk to people that i don't know. calling just to get information is especially terrifying for me. it's quite strange actually, but then, this is me we are talking about, so really, it's quite normal.

it was FREEZING today!!! it was -40 with the windchill! (if anyone from the US is reading this, that's, well, -40 as well actually come to think of it.) my car doesn't like to work when it's cold. it starts ok and everything, but it's the actual driving that it doesn't like to do. the clutch is like pushing against a tree stump and the gear stick will randomly pop out of gear. it's kind of funny actually, although annoying as well.

oh man. i don't know what to do with Scooby. well, ok, i know what i should do, but it's how to go about doing that which is difficult. hmmmm. more on that later though. this is already just about butt-numbingly long and i don't really want to push it.

AND I FIXED MY MOUSE! IT SCROLLS NOW! WHEEEEEEEEE!!!!!