This has been an odd day. First off, the grand (unorganized) display of our Media project promos was today, along with a bunch of other projects, some as old as last year.

The viewing went well, I think, the highlight being the "Horror" movies made by the media people which is actually more of an unintentional comedy, but you need to see that to believe it. Suffice it to say, I had no part in the making or planning, unless you count mocking all the actors after seeing it as being a part of the crew. Seating could not have been more perfect however (end sarcasm) since I was dragged up to the front row, one I religiously avoid, right next to the huge speakers with the volume on too loud. It gets better. Upon glancing to my right, who would be seated next to me but the very lady who was the bane of my thursdays: *drumroll* my Calculus teacher! To make matters worse, an idiot classmate absolutely forgets about me altogether when announcing names! I shall kick his ass at a more oppurtune time for this.

Upon getting home, however, I am told that my idiot brother has somehow landed the car in a naala (very large gutter) somewhere and has recently come home smelling to the high heavens of the stuff he and a dozen other men had to wade through to literally push/lift the car out of said gutter. Suffice it to say nobody's going to be driving that car anytime soon, since the interior, right up to the dashboard, was pretty much submerged in the lovely substance found in this gutter. I find this extremely funny since my brother's pretty much confined to his bathroom to wait for hot water and probably will not get to drive again for a while. The way I figure it, you cannot make stuff like this up, so when it happens around you, you absolutely have to find the humour in it.