Its been a little while since my last post (though not as long as some of you take to post :/ ). The past week was pretty uneventful as far as most things go. I did burn my hand as some of you know, and for those that dont, its really not that big of a deal. You see, when men are forced to live in the same room and subjected to lehtal levels of boredom, they tend to try and break the monotony with fun things. Many times this "fun thing" just so happens to be fire, as it was in my case. It all started with me playing with a lighter and threatening to burn micah's leg hair, he declined the offer and I was forced to find another avenue of combustion. Then I saw it... hair spray, everyone knows that an inpromptu blow-torch can be made from a lighter and a can of plain old hair spray, so this excitement did not last for too long. Then I saw the second and final piece of the puzzle, the two liter bottle. You see, when you spray the hair spray in the two liter bottle, then set it on the ground, then light the bottle opening, then step on the bottle, it makes a wonderful flame comperable to the run of the mill jet engine. "Glorious fun!" I thought. It turned out that when I stepped on the bottle, nothing came out (I still dont quite understand why). SO I thought it best to ignite any hairspray left in the bottle to see what would happen, uh... I mean for safety purposes of course. Upon the flame hitting the bottle opening, the wonderful flame comperable to the run of the mill jet engine suddenly happened. The only problem is that it happened all up on my hand. Yeah not cool. I screamed like a little girl, threw the lighter, dropped the bottle and proceded to jumo up and down in pain. Not the manliest moment of my life, but how about you get roasted and see how you react! It hurt so bad I thought I was gonna have to amputate. Thank goodness we keep our canned peaches in the fridge so that they are cold. I used all three cans as ice packs (because the wacko germans done believe in ice or something!). Then micah told me to put my hand in water so that it wouldnt blister or anything. It was a great suggestion, but he waited untill it was about bedtime. And if any of you know what happens when someone is asleep and you put their hand in water, its not good (for those morons who have never been to any kind of overnight hooplah, it makes them wet the bed. As you can see I had a serious choice to make... Therefore I, in all my inate wussyness and wicked horrible pain, decided to risk the bed wetting and soak the hand. It was a tough descision but I made the right one, when I woke up the next morning, my bed was moisture free, and my hand was pain and blister free. Now all I'm left with is some dry skin and a bruised ego. And no, I'm not lying about not wetting the bed!!!