Distractions lead to accidents

Okay, so I'm just rolling along through my final... final (that's kind of redundant) of the quarter - it's easy, I'm breezing through it, and everything is just hunky-dory (what the hell kind of word is that, anyway?). I decide, What the hell? This shit ain't due until 6pm - I can take a break! (And yes, I really do think in words like that. I don't say them out loud, though, because I know that I am whiter than you and cannot pull it off.) So I figure that I'll take a shower, then sleep in a little tomorrow, and then wake up and finish my last 3 pages (double-spaced, no less, so really, just 1.5 pages). As I'm peering into my reflection in my bathroom mirror, I notice that my bangs have gotten kind of brassy - the color's faded into this orangey-copper shade. I no likey. Since I figure I have time, I decide to touch up the color to restore it to its "normal" red tone. However, after I opened my pot of dye, I placed it onto the edge of my sink - bad idea. It tumbles off and into the sink, spattering red dye all over my porcelain-white sink, and the red coming straight from the pot is hot fucking pink (I actually really liked the pink color; I should look into it for my hair). I decide to touch up my bangs first, and then clean up the color. I move the pot to a safer locale, re-dye my hair, and then clean up the sink. Then, after I've bundled my bangs neatly on top of my head, I grab the still-open pot of dye with my water-soaked left hand. You must see where my story is going.
Sure enough, I lose my grip on the slippery plastic and the container goes flying - for the second time in 5 minutes. This time, the color splats onto my shower wall, just misses the towel hanging next to the shower, and all over my bathroom floor. I scrub, but while the color rinsed right off of the porcelain, no such luck on the bathroom tile (whatever it's made of). So now my bathroom floor is hot fucking pink.
And I've lost most of my dye. Goddamnit.
HilARious, though. I couldn't help but laugh at myself while cleaning it up. Curse myself first, of course, then laugh. :]
In the meantime, my left wrist still hurts, but finals are almost over! Yay!
Oh, and Sean's goddamn Wii is fucking addicting. I can just sit for hours and watch them play the little sports games that came with the console. It's terrible for my study habits (but so amusing!). I get tired of watching tennis, after a while, but Juliet and Sean are really into it. Poor Morgan and I are going to be terrible when we start playing.
But seriously - it's hot fucking pink.
And I still have no clue how I sprained my wrist. I'm just that good, my friends.