A New Sandwich

I bought another one.
An exact replica of the previous cd. I spent another portion of my savings (?) to buy myself another album, which is no different from the one I wrecked.
So worth it.

I listen to the songs. I feel a butterfly carnival in my stomach.
Heeheehee.

It's not checking its grammar.

I read an official banner of San Sebastian College-Recoletos de Cavite the other day.

"San Sebastian College-Recoletos de Cavite proudly congratulates it's graduates who passed the Criminology Board Exams."

That or something to that effect. I underlined the grammatical error. Oh my goodness, it's simple grammar. How could the College humiliate its name like that? Hmm, they should've known better. Really, people, we're talking about educational institutions here. What a dumb mistake.

This really annoys me.

The Biggest Klutz

If you read my posts, you've probably come across the one where I mentioned something about my sister stamping me a klutz when it comes to cd-care.

She always says:

• "Put the disc back in its case, you dork!"
• "Stop using your foot to place it in the player/case/cakebox!"
• "Don't step on them!"
• "The F#$k are you saying I don't listen to my Sponge cola cd?"
• "Oh, so the cd magically ended up under your bed?"
• "Look what you did, you doofus! Totally scratched my cd!"
• "You're the biggest cd slob in the world."
• "You don't peel off the prints on the discs, you idiot."
• "I knew this would happen."

Hmm, my sister vehemently believes that you're probably sentencing your cd's to death if you lend them to me. Why?

Because I will one way or another:

• Scratch it.
• Break it in half.
• Peel the graphic print on the cd.
• Lose it.
• All of the above.

I remember atesting to these things when she first told me. i wasn't the one who misplaced her Maroon 5 cd, or the Rooney, or Jet.

But I recall:

1. losing my Nickelback cd and voila, finding it a year later under my bed cushion while I was looking for my comb. (How it got there, I have no idea.)
2. The burned cd with the Nirvana songs that I used to blind my dogs with. (One of them now has Cataracts, though I doubt that that's my fault.)
3. The Cd I borrowed from Lovely that I lost, and promised that it will soon be replaced with the same tracklist. I can't even remember when I lied about replacing it...
4. The rock collection disc that I dropped by accident and stepped on and was momentarily used as a mini sled for my heels.
5. The disc I threw at the cockroach on the wall. It broke in half. The pest lived. Dammit.
6. And save the worst for last: The most recent death of a cd under my belt... my Sandwich cd.

Nooooo!!!!!!!!

I Thought, "Oooh, cool. You can also peel off the print on the disc."

So I peeled it off. How was i supposed to know that the shiny thing where the music is stored stuck to the graphic sticker? So now all that's left of it is a useless transparent plactic thing you call a cd corpse.

I am currently mourning.

I guess I'll buy a new one. Or maybe have it burned.

What do you think?