Day Eighty: Awkward Times With Corgis

8/30/13, 4:05 PM PDT

Read for the most day, then watched Wipeout with dad and Megan.

You know, I've always wanted to run a Wipeout course. It looks SO EFFING FUN. Even if I don't make it past the qualifier, I just wanna run it. Just two more years, baby.



Same day, 5:20 PM PDT

So apparently, there's an ice rink near my house that I never knew about. Seriously, I thought the closest ice rink to me was all the way in La Jolla. Wow.

We didn't do much there. We just looked around, signed up my sister for skating lessons, and played table ice hockey, which is kind of like table soccer, but with hockey. It's not air hockey, mind you. It has the controls of table soccer and... know what, I'll just show you a picture of what it looks like.

(PICSOCCER)

I played one side while my dad, my sister, and my mom played the other. AND I WON, BABY. AWWWWW YEAAAAAAAAAAAAH. I'd like to thank years of parkour, playing Smash Bros., and Tetris at level 20 and higher for my reaction times.

Then, we went to North Coast mall to avoid the effing SEARING heat. Dear GOD, did today suck. So effing hot, and the air was so stale. Felt like Philippine air.

Anyway, sister and I went to the pet store, saw some adorable as heck animals, most notably this dachshund that pressed its tiny little paw against the glass for FIVE MINUTES STRAIGHT.

I see you, Jake Sully.

We also spotted this dog, who looks like he's had enough of his dead-end life.

Just let me die.

Oh, and we saw a corgi too, playing with some other fluffy dog.

I'm willing to bet his name is "Nick."

Initially, my sister thought that the other fluffy dog was in danger because the corgi kept biting at its neck. But I reassured her that they were just playing.

That's around the time where the corgi started humping the other dog. IN THE MOUTH.

We immediately left.

Nick the corgi. Wanted for sexual assault.

Oh, and there's this giant gumball machine thing in the mall that asks you to guess how many balls are in there. Person that gets the closest wins 500 dollars. So naturally, being an unemployed high school student who wants to buy loads of crap, I wanted that money.

But I wasn't about to just randomly guess, or count how many balls are in there. I'm gonna use math. Took a picture of my sister standing next to both of the machines (which are effing HUGE, by the way), then took a picture of a ruler on top of my sister's face for size comparison. Later, when I get home, I'll open up both pictures and use my sister's face to get a rough estimate of both the size of the machine and the size of an individual gumball, find the volume of both the machine and the gumball, divide the volume of half of the machine by the volume of a single gumball (half because only half of the machine was filled with gumballs) and submit my answer.

Effing MATH.

High five for staying in school!

RFotD: Formulas for sphere packing, or the arrangement of non-overlapping spheres within a containing space, don't account for the large amounts of waste space generated from random placement.

SGAT: Read books.