Always Keep WD-40 Handy || November Diary

I seldom wear rings, scratch that, I never wear rings. I have a tendency to lose things pretty often (you can ask my friends), so a ring would be anywhere else but my finger. A couple of weeks back there was a Vendor Fair at school and I thought I would check it out. There were plenty of shops lying around, clothing, geeky stickers, plushies larger than necessary, books (BOOKS!), and a whole lotta jewelry.

I recalled a friend told me that there were rings on sale for $5.00. That sounded pretty cheap, I guess? I wouldn't really know. Anyway, I decided to go look at the rings, try a few on, and maybe I'd break my no ring wearing rule.

The exact octopus that tried to take my finger off.

There was a super awesome ring that- wait for it... LOOKED LIKE AN OCTOPUS WAS WRAPPED ON YOUR FINGER. If anything was cool in my book it would be sea animals on my hand. I tried on the ring and... stuck, obviously the ring was stuck on my sausage finger. I tried taking it off but that thing wouldn't budge. I stood in the booth for ten minutes trying to twist the blasted thing off my finger. Mind you, it was just the booth owner and myself standing there.

In my panicked mind I thought I would have to buy the ring and it would stay on my finger forever. After several more minutes of struggling, the owner offered some hand sanitizer to help take it off. I wasn't really sure if it would work, but I guess I'd better try. Even with the sanitizer there was still nothing. My index finger was almost purple at this point, NEED BLOOD CIRCULATION NOW.

I thought there would be some lotion in my bag so I gave it a quick check and found something better, I had my WD-40 pen. For those who may not know, WD-40 is basically an oil and water mixture.

I quickly put some of the WD-40 around my finger and the ring slipped off with ease! The booth owner was a bit confused,

"Why... do you carry WD-40 with you?" he asked.

The only answer I could think of,

"I'm an engineer .___." (If this isn't what an engineer would have then I don't know what is)

With that I slowly gave the ring back to him, warned him that he should give it a quick rinse/wash, and profusey apologize for the trouble I had caused.

I think I'll keep away from rings for now.

Birthday Blunder

Hello Folks! 

This summer has been pretty packed jumping here to there across the states. From California to New Jersey, New Jersey to Texas, Texas to Massachusetts, and finally Massachusetts back to California (although, the latter hasn't happened yet).

Currently, I am in Massachusetts visiting my beloved family and the few friends that I have here. However, most of my family members are working and all my friends have started school already. So... I'm just being a little ol' potato (truth be told... potatoes are probably more active than me).

Yesterday was my eldest brother Kenny's birthday! He turned 28. Wow! Has time flown or what?!

My brother doesn't really care for the whole birthday scene and all the shenanigans that come along with it. He doesn't really like to receive gifts or anything so... I decided to just get him a simple card and write something really nice inside. Plus, his girlfriend, my other brother Keven, and I decided to throw him a little surprise later even if he is not that into it. Moments like these call for Target! Or How I would like to call it, "Tar-zhay".

I quickly paced to the birthday card section of Target and perused through the available options. Sparkly cards with glitter, nope. Cards that sing, no thank you. Cards with extremely long cursive verses that are beyond sentimental, nopety nope. I just needed something simple with a short verse that was mildly funny; I'll leave the sentimental words to myself thank you. 

After a bit of searching in the "BROTHER'S BIRTHDAY" section I spotted a card that looked like it was written on wood. If you know me, I am absolutely obsessed with the way wood and tree bark look (have you seen my log pillow??). So naturally I was drawn to read what it said inside. After I read it I thought it was nice, just what he would like, and purchased it right away.

When I went back to my brother's place to write my heartfelt thoughts about him being my geeky brother I realized that I bought. the. wrong. card.

From context you could probably tell that this card is written and directed towards a BROTHER-IN-LAW (face desk... see the red marks). 

Note: That cursive in the lower right part is what I wrote just before I realized I shouldn't have bought this card...

Anyway, I guess it's the thought that counts?

A Spider's Last Revenge

After publishing my first blog post I've experienced swells of anxiety. The past few days were filled with realizations of misspelled words, nightmares on phrasing, and so on. Deep breaths Paulina, it's going to be okay. For those who know me personally maybe you can sense my anxiety- probably, I don't doubt that. A sudden panic of, "OH NO! I NEED TO WRITE MORE NOW, WHAT DO I WRITE, WHAT DO I WRITE O.O" hit me and left me in a daze. So, if anything please bear with me as I continue with this blargh (yes, I do mean blargh...). 

I thought it would be interesting to write small (and large) amusing occurrences that happen to me on a daily basis as a category in itself. I have to say I find myself in the strangest situations, doing irrational things without realizing it, humiliating things without intention or even just tripping, falling, flailing, you name it. 

Today was no different.

I had the blissful opportunity to have some time to myself, an introvert's dream. I was finally able to start a novel I've been waiting read (Wuthering Heights by the way), reflect on the important questions of life in the shower (what am I eating for lunch?), sing as loud as I was able to without complaint from family around (but... apologies to the neighbors), and play the ukulele (mediocre at best). Along with all these activities I also cleaned up a bit. I was unloading the dishwashing machine that was adjacent to the sink (yes, we actually do use the dishwashing machine for more than storage).

As I was unloading the machine I saw a moderately sized chunky spider just under the counter scurrying around. I gave a loud shriek and remained frozen glaring at the thing. I'm. terrified. of. spiders. However, after a few years of living on my own, I'd manage enough courage to tackle down small/medium spiders (with lots of screaming involved no doubt). So, with a timorous heart, I quickly grabbed a paper towel and steadied my aim at the creature to bring it to smithereens. 

SMUSH! A victorious grin came upon my face. Finally, Paulina the Spider Conqueror succeeded (that'll show him!). HOWEVER, for some reason I didn't think to throw the paper towel with the spider carcass in the trash can right away. Instead, I just left it on the counter near the sink and continued to put the clean dishes in their proper place.

When I was done unloading I went to go wash my hands. After, without any thought I grabbed the nearest paper towel next to me and began to dry my hands.

As I continued drying I slowly came to the realization that I was drying my hands with the very towel I used to kill the spider. I looked down and saw the blood of my enemy besmeared on my palms. I was mortified and shrieked once again (along with that crazy dance you do to get insects off of you). Alas, the spider had the last laugh, and now it's time for me to go bleach my hands.