Broken Things and Blackened Eyebrows

I have always been clumsy. There has just about always been some kinda bruise or scratch from me bumping into something or falling down, etc. Here is no different. I have broken so many things since I've arrived here. Here's a list:1. Thermos-people use them here to carry hot tea and coffee. I was carrying one when I dropped it and the bottom fell out and tea went everywhere (books, papers, a phone, etc)2. Two faucets- If you turn them off too hard the knobs come off and water starts to spray everywhere. You then have to run outside to cut off the water (I've gotten pretty good at it)3. A Bowl- I was having fun killing flies with a towel and hit a bowl off the counter that consequently, it shattered everywhere.4. A glass-a really nice one actually. I was washing dishes and it fell off the drying rack and once again....shattered everywhere.5. The bathroom door- I went in there and closed the door and then it wouldn't open again. My supervisor had to drive over with a crowbar and pry me out. As a result, the door doesn't even shut now.As a result of all this clumsiness, the people I work with ask me what I've broken about everyday, and me and the roommates keep track of how many days I go without breaking anything. So far my record is a 4 day streak. We've only been in this new house a few weeks so there is no telling how this list will grow over the next 2 years....I'll keep you posted.About a week ago, I got some henna. It kinda looks like a tattoo but it only lasts a week or two. It's done in really cool designs. While I was getting it done the ladies were telling me where all they get it. Hands (which is where mine is), feet (for married women only), eyes (like eyeliner), and eyebrows. I was just listening and never said I wanted it in those places or anything. The next thing I know is that the henna lady is coming at my eyes. I kinda freak out because I think she's gonna put it on my eyes like eyeliner and I couldn't see this black dye substance going very well near my eyes. Well, my local friend said she only wanted to do my eyebrows, and I guess since I was relieved it wasn't going to be on my eyes, so I said ok. Well currently I have jet black eyebrows. This wouldn't be a problem except for the fact that they are usually really light since I have light brown hair. I came home, looked in the mirror and scared myself since I looked rather goth-like, and immediately started scrubbing. Too bad it didn't help. Thankfully, the blackness is beginning to fade, but I still gave everyone, including myself, a good scare...and laugh.

Sleepless Nights and Crazy Birds

I just moved into a new house. I really like it, but there's always little things to get used to. The first few nights anywhere I don't always sleep well, but last night I had a little help in staying awake. I woke up about 3:30am to a very high pitched chirping sound. Now this isn't just a chirp here and there but a long continuous chirp that strangely resembled fingernails on a chalk board. Well apparently a very strong lunged bird was trapped somewhere in the ceiling right above my room (lucky me) and was letting me know about it. What are come tactics used to fall back asleep when a bird is screaming in your ear? Well at first I just tried to cover my ears with my hands. I could still here the awful noise faintly, but it seemed to be working until my arms got really tired. Next I tried to fill my head with some good noise from my ipod, but I had to turn the music up so loud to drown out psycho bird that there was no way I was falling back asleep anytime soon. Finally I wrapped my pillow around my head with my face down on the bed and my headphones in playing music. I finally was unable to hear the blood curdling chirping, but I became pretty hot as a result of my current position. There were times that the bird of evil would stop his wretched chirping and I would thankfully come out of my pillow dungeon, but he started back up as soon as I got comfortable. I checked...he wasn't actually in my room so I don't know how he knew that my being comfortable was his cue to start up again. After about an hour or so (not exaggerating...really an hour or so), the bird finally found another part of the ceiling to go to, or lost his voice altogether (who cares which one is actually true). By the time he did leave it was already getting light outside so I only had a couple precious hours to sleep. What a night.