Cleverbot: What sound do you like?
Me: I love the sound of my puppy barking.
Cleverbot: You can't hear my voice.
Me: No, you don't have a voice.
Cleverbot: That is incredibly rude-now I know why nobody loves you!!!!!
Me: :(
Cleverbot: But be happy in the fact that I'm talking to you. :D

Pbbbbbbbbt. I love Cleverbot.

Rooster Teeth released four songs from Red Vs. Blue Season 9. I practically flew to Amazon to purchase them. I forgot that Citibank gave me a slightly different debit card number because one of the stores I shop at was compromised (probably Michael's... and if so, way to jump on it months late, Citibank!). I bought the songs, they're saved on my computer and in Amazon Cloud. I realized after I bought them that Amazon got the wrong card info.

Hours later, I receive an e-mail from Amazon. The order's been canceled due to lack of payment/incorrect payment option. The tracks still work, and they're still in my Cloud.

I don't know if that's supposed to happen or what. It's kinda weird. I basically just got $4 worth of music tracks for free.

In other news: Anyone who watches me on Facebook may have seen this. My professor for What Is Religion? He's a Doctor Who fan. He said he'll burn me some old Tom Baker episodes (he has pretty much everything except the missing episodes) and showed me his red Dalek. XD He would've had it moving and talking had the batteries not been dead. The man was already cool, but now he's just awesome.

And, I have a weird mark on my arm. No idea where it came from. It's a few reddish-colored marks. I won't even call them bumps, because they're not at all pronounced. They don't itch, they don't hurt. It's just a little cluster of like five or so little red spots. Took a picture and sent it to Mom, and she said to tell her if it starts changing colors. I'm not mutating yet. It's probably nothing, but I get weirded out when I see strange marks on me.

Spent like five hours at the ceramics studio today. The hollow sphere I made yesterday was WAY too small, so I ended up making two more, and I'm using the original one for extra credit. The whole process of forming the clay into a sphere is time-consuming if you're looking for a perfect sphere, but I sat there and worked that clay to death. The second sphere was definitely easier than the first; I'm getting used to making pinch pots and keeping the cracks from getting too out of control. The first pot had major cracking issues, and the third had its moments, but the second was basically flawless. ^_^ Tomorrow we make spouts. I believe once this first project is all done, we'll have a teapot and teacups to go with it. Emma's also in the class now, so she and I can work on our stuff together.

Her memory's still terrible. XD;; She's great, though. Glad I have her for a roommate.

Birthday card.

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I love my dad.

I FINALLY GOT MOM TO SAY THE BOSS IS AN IDIOT. (And immediately called her on it, haha.)

By now New Yorkers have heard about the crane falling onto a building in Lower Manhattan. That happened to be my workplace. It also happened to be my floor that the crane hit. No damage inside, just some of the facade knocked off the building and onto the ground... but no one was around because the building was closed that weekend for something the building management was having done--the reason the crane was there to begin with. They were lifting air conditioning units to the roof, I believe.

Well, I get in this morning and the door's wide open, propped open with a chair. Upon further inspection, someone had beaten the HELL out of it. It was all dented and misshapen, and paint chips were everywhere. I'm pretty much the only one in at the time, so I just sit down and wonder what could have caused it.

Everyone starts coming in and going "Christina, what happened to the door?!" (and my boss makes this cute comment: "So... had trouble getting in this morning?"), and I finally find out from Steve that the FDNY had to break the door down to get to where the crane had smacked into the building. The thing is, the boss comes back out of his office and asks me what happens now, implies that we might have to be the ones to replace the door/repair it/pay for it, and tells me to ask our buildings contact in Albany about it.

And I'm thinking, "So let me get this straight. Not a single person from OCFS is in the building (nor is anyone else for that matter, or Building Management could have gotten the key for the door to the FDNY, but anyway). Our door has to be forced open so emergency services can get to a crane that wasn't secured properly and crashed into the building, and was only there because of something the building is doing, and we have to deal with it?" The crane company needs to pay for it for not securing their crane! And as for the door, we don't own it, the building does. It's not our job to replace their door. Naturally, John confirmed this, and the door was replaced before the day was out.

So yeah, Mom goes, "Yeah, your boss is an idiot," and I go, "SEE?!" And she grins. XD;;

Started my color value scale last night; just the red line. I need to fix the two lightest shades, as they seem like they should be lighter. If I recall correctly, Prof. Segre said the black should be black with a tinge of whatever color, and the white should be the same. My lightest red is very specifically PINK, not "white with a little bit of red". Should be much lighter than it is. I'll do orange and yellow afterwards... and then I need to sit down and work on my Illustration homework. I'm tired, but I'm going to work now so I don't waste the day. I didn't do anything over the weekend since I left my materials in the city while Mom and I went to PA.