Problems of every sort and a whole ton of tears

Some former Google engineers have started their own search engine and are boasting that it's loads better. Cuil, pronounced "cool", says it has a wider search base. I tried it out and it seemed a little slow to me, but the format is pretty awesome looking and simple. Instead of listing the results, they come in columns with little snippets of the page and a picture. (click on the screenshot I did.) They don't have advertisements yet, but they said they'd get there eventually. They also screen all the pages they put in their database several times- that must be a fun job. I thought it was pretty funny that those guys decided to rival their old company, especially a big thing like Google. I mean "google" is an official verb now. It'll be interesting seeing how they fare. "Cuil it" isn't as good a phrase as "Google it" and might cause some confusion. ("What's this mean?" "Cuil it." "Gosh, sorry. I was only asking a question.")

I'm feeling slightly vindictive tonight due to reasons I don't feel like discussing. Let's just say that some people could do with a smart slap in the face because they are dang clueless (or using the beautifully put words of Ron Weasley, they wouldn't recognize flippin' good sense if it danced naked in front of them wearing Dobby's tea cozy). I dunno what it is with perfectly brilliant people being amazingly stupid lately. Must be something in the water. Let me tell you, though, what problems I've been having the past couple days: I was feeling pretty awful yesterday, threw up a bunch, had to take this crazy strong nausea medicine which made me so tired I slept on my bathroom floor for 5 hours (good thing my new towels are fluffy and soft. They feel so good!), my throat and my tongue are burned (throat from HCl and tongue because I ate something hot), I'm still tired, I had the chance to get to the library today but I didn't take it (stupid stupid stupid), there's no chocolate in my house, driver's ed is boring (do they seriously think I'm going to sit in my car and do math to figure out exactly how many seconds it will take me to pass another car?!?), my best friend won't talk to me and isn't acting like a best friend, and I feel like typing some more of a story but that story is on a flash drive that is downstairs and I'm too tired to go down and get it. Problems like those could rival even Amy Winehouse's many issues.

But just now, my mom came to tell me something horrible and my problems seem like wonderful flits around a butterfly filled meadow. Apparently a little boy, Eric, that I know (I stayed with his family for a week a few years ago) ran through a glass door on Saturday and severed his femoral artery. He lost massive amounts of blood, went into shock, and is now in the hospital in critical condition on a respirator and under sedation. The doctors at first weren't sure if he'd make it and now aren't sure if he will suffer brain damage from the blood loss or if they will be able to save his leg. They bring him out of sedation tomorrow to see what's going on with him. I feel so upset right now (great time for my best friend to step in and be comforting, you know.). I've helped that kid with his science homework, played basketball and capture the flag with him and his brother, gotten grossed out by the video games he's played... And now his life is on the line. Things like this shouldn't happen to little boys. They happen too often to the best little kids you could ever find. I know three delightful little boys that have brain tumors and a slim chance of living to see their teenage years, my own brother was taken by a brain tumor when he was eleven, and I know of several other little boys who lost the losing battle of cancer. Now Eric is in the hospital. It really reinforces the fact that whatever is happening to you, there is always some little kid going through worse. Remember that.

♥ j.j.