I am so ticked off at my mom at this point. I think the irony gods must be laughing their heads off. As you may remember from a previous blog entry, our house had developed a leak. As luck would have it, it's in my room. Well, it started raining at about 4 in the morning, so naturally my mom wakes *me* up to tell her where the leak is. I explain in an incredibly clear manner: "look for where there's a huge ugly white gash in the ceiling and splitting wood. You can't miss it." Of course, this was more than I had gotten, because I was the one who found the leak in the first place. This means I had to crouch around in our hazardous, creepy attic, where one wrong step will leave you quite suddenly in the room below. Not to mention, all I had at the time was a flashlight, and I had to actually *find* the stupid thing. Since then, we've replaced the light bulb so that people can actually see. Anyway, back to the story. I woke up around 9:15 to the sound of dripping water. Hell. I look blearily over to the area of my room where the leak lets out and see to my horror that I had left one of my drawers in my closet open. Well, guess where the leak was? Spilling water directly onto my clothes. Even more luckily, I had left the previous days' clothes on the top of the drawer, as the jeans weren't dirty and the shirt had special washing instructions. Well, my beloved Percy shirt has had its first wash. I can only hope it can be rescued. My favourite jeans are pretty much fine, I believe, and they stopped most of the water from getting through to my other clothes, so they should be okay.

So why am I mad at my mom? Well, after dealing with my clothes and putting my trash can in the proper place to catch the remaining leaks, I went up to the attic to find out why on earth water was still coming through if my mom had stopped the leak. I envisioned an overflowing bowl. I never would have imagined that she would put the bucket about a foot away from where it was supposed to be! I rectified the problem, then went back to my room to care to my poor Percy shirt. It didn't really smell funny, it was just really, really wet. Fortunately, it was just a big semicircle of water encroaching on the right side, and it didn't get to the lettering. I don't think it will be ruined, unless of course the water leaves a stain. Arg. Calling me irritated would be the understatement of the year.