I got this splinter in my foot from the wood floor in my room a couple days ago. I decided to do a little amateur surgery, so I went and bought myself some medical supplies and an exacto knife. But it turns out that exacto knives aren't nearly as sharp as I thought. I thought it was like *shing* there goes a finger. But yea, so I was cutting away, but the blade was simply unable to slice through the tough, callused, footly flesh. So after digging around for a bit, the blood started flowing and clouding everything up, and before I knew it I couldn't see the wooden splinter anymore. I called it quits- surgery failed. So I just globbed some neosporin on it and forgot about it. And for a few days, it seemed fine. Then today, it started hurting like crazy; I could barely walk. Nyaaggghhhh... I guess I'll swing by the SSB medical when I get a chance. It'd be kinda bitterly ironic if it got infected and turned gangrenous and they had to amputate my leg cuz of a splinter.

*Ok, so one of the bathroom stalls on my floor has this weird inscription carved into the door. And for all of last year, I tried (with no success) to translate the arcane message. A few days after coming back to campus, I once again found myself sitting in front of this cryptic text. But this time, it dawn on me that the message didn't require translation at all, but rather decoding. It turned out that the inscription was plain English that had been disguised to look like something else. And just what did the message say? (...it's not appropriate.) =P