this is an old story, but i'm online so i'm finally posting it
On Sunday, I was in my room not doing a whole lot, when I decided to spend some time in front of the mirror. Really, I don’t even remember what I was looking at, nothing much, probably just making some faces and thinking about how dark my hair has been looking since my haircut.
I turn around, and somehow manage to trip over something, either computer or speaker wires that are just kind of hanging out in my room. I think it was the speaker wire, and I clearly remember Svet telling me that I should not plug in my speakers like that because I was going to end up tripping on them.
But on Sunday, the wire wasn’t plugged in, it was just sitting on my floor, so I wasn’t really paying much attention to it. I turned around from my “mirror time” and somehow managed to seriously trip on the speaker wire despite the fact that it was on the ground. My speakers went flying across my room, but that’s not a serious problem. The real problem involved a burning candle and a lot of melted wax. I had a scented candle burning on the table right in front of my speakers, and in sending the speakers flying across the room, I also managed to send the aforementioned candle and wax flying.
There was and still is a lot of green candle wax everywhere. On books. On paper. On lesson plans. On my pencil case. On my rug. And of course, a lot ended up on the floor. So while I was in trip recovery, all the wax managed to rapidly cool down, and hardened all over my room. I guess I should be glad that none of it made it onto my bed, because that would be a real tragedy. The sad and slightly pathetic part of the story is that I actually picked up my speakers and got them back into place before I even noticed the candle catastrophe.
After I realized the entirety of what happened, I walked into the kitchen and explained my situation to a couple of roommates, who collectively handed me a butter knife and wished me good luck. I got to work scraping wax first off the books, then throwing away the waxed paper, then going to work on my floor. After I had a sizeable pile of wax shaving, an unfortunate result of butter knifing the floor, I swept up that mess, and thought about how to go to work on the rug and pencil case.
As the butter knife had no effect on them, I went back to my roommates to get some wax advice. The best I can figure is that I need to buy some kind of crappy towel that I can iron the wax onto and then throw away. That hasn’t been done yet. So besides the green wax that is still hanging out in my room, the most unfortunate side effect of the whole situation is that now my floors are as if they have just been waxed, meaning slippery. That’s just what I need. I already fell on non slippery floors, so all I can really do is just remember not to walk around in socks, and wait for the next fall. And I guess not light anymore candles for more than five minutes. I mean, not that much wax can melt in five minutes, right?
I turn around, and somehow manage to trip over something, either computer or speaker wires that are just kind of hanging out in my room. I think it was the speaker wire, and I clearly remember Svet telling me that I should not plug in my speakers like that because I was going to end up tripping on them.
But on Sunday, the wire wasn’t plugged in, it was just sitting on my floor, so I wasn’t really paying much attention to it. I turned around from my “mirror time” and somehow managed to seriously trip on the speaker wire despite the fact that it was on the ground. My speakers went flying across my room, but that’s not a serious problem. The real problem involved a burning candle and a lot of melted wax. I had a scented candle burning on the table right in front of my speakers, and in sending the speakers flying across the room, I also managed to send the aforementioned candle and wax flying.
There was and still is a lot of green candle wax everywhere. On books. On paper. On lesson plans. On my pencil case. On my rug. And of course, a lot ended up on the floor. So while I was in trip recovery, all the wax managed to rapidly cool down, and hardened all over my room. I guess I should be glad that none of it made it onto my bed, because that would be a real tragedy. The sad and slightly pathetic part of the story is that I actually picked up my speakers and got them back into place before I even noticed the candle catastrophe.
After I realized the entirety of what happened, I walked into the kitchen and explained my situation to a couple of roommates, who collectively handed me a butter knife and wished me good luck. I got to work scraping wax first off the books, then throwing away the waxed paper, then going to work on my floor. After I had a sizeable pile of wax shaving, an unfortunate result of butter knifing the floor, I swept up that mess, and thought about how to go to work on the rug and pencil case.
As the butter knife had no effect on them, I went back to my roommates to get some wax advice. The best I can figure is that I need to buy some kind of crappy towel that I can iron the wax onto and then throw away. That hasn’t been done yet. So besides the green wax that is still hanging out in my room, the most unfortunate side effect of the whole situation is that now my floors are as if they have just been waxed, meaning slippery. That’s just what I need. I already fell on non slippery floors, so all I can really do is just remember not to walk around in socks, and wait for the next fall. And I guess not light anymore candles for more than five minutes. I mean, not that much wax can melt in five minutes, right?
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