While I was refilling the vending machines yesterday, I found this liquid candy that you’re supposed to spray in your mouth. I opened it to try it but I ended up closing it and putting it back in my pocket because I got distracted.

I found it again earlier today, so I decided to try it.

One spray in my mouth and I thought my tongue was going to shrivel up.

The liquid candy was so sweet that it tasted bitter.

I have no clue why or how this candy is one of our best selling products.

The Daily Shoot Assignment of the Day

Make a photo with the number 4 in it one way or another. Maybe 4 items. Maybe a written number. Maybe more abstract.

What I’m Reading

I have to bring the unfortunate news today that for the first time this summer, I gave up on reading a book.

Believe it or not, I have never read a single book written by Stephen King before. I heard that Bag of Bones was a book that would leave a lasting impression in my mind, so I thought that it would be a good book to start with. Apparently, that was a mistake.

The first thing that made me unhappy with the book was the extremely small text and the extremely large pages (yes, I’m serious). Even at my insanely-fast reading speed, I think it took around three min­utes to finish reading a single page.

After getting through roughly fifty pages of the book, where the main background of the plot was intro­duced and a majority of the main characters and their histories were established, I became bored with the storyline.

I guess I wasn’t feeling very patient on the day I read this (which was a few days ago), so I put the book down, never got a chance to get back to it, and returned it with the remainder of my books to the library and checked out some other ones.

Keep in mind, though, that I have a tendancy to dislike books that a lot of other people thought were incredible. The most recent occurrence of this prior to Bag of Bones was when I read a book about an African boy that went to war and did a project on it for my World Literature class. I emphasized how boring and pointless the book was, but my instructor and other classmates that had read the book all said that it was an excellent book.

Don’t let my input discourage you from reading this book, because I’m sure it gets better eventually, or else Stephen King wouldn’t be such a famous author. I’ll end up going back and reading another one of Stephen King’s books in the future, but for now, I still have a lot of other books left to read that were recommended to me by my friends based on my interests and personality.

Question of the Day

This question was submitted to me anonymously approximately a month ago on my Formspring account, and I thought it was an interesting question that seems to be a simple Yes or No question, but reveals something about an individual’s personality and their view on social status. I thought it was worthy enough of being featured as the question of the day for today, so here it is: “Would you give a homeless man CPR if they were dying on the side of the road?”

If I was asked that question ten to fifteen years ago, I would probably immediately say “of course not.” My childhood was when I struggled for independence, not helping anyone and not accepting help from anyone; this primarily rooted from my mom caring too excessively for me.

But as I got older, even though my mom’s care was still excessive and still annoying, I came to a con­clusion that for all the positive energy that I expel into the environment, I receive an equal amount of positive energy in return. With that being said, I guess helping a homeless man would be a positive act, so it would be the better thing to do.

A lot of people say that if I’m selfish enough to only help someone else because I expect positive things to happen to me in the future, I should take a look at helper’s high, an apparent feeling that makes the helper happy after helping. Unfortunately, after much scrutiny, I concluded that I am immune to helper’s high and don’t feel euphoria after helping someone.

I think I’m unintentionally making myself sound like the devil now.

Another thing that would influence my decision to give a homeless man CPR is the fact that I’m CPR certified. During my senior year in high school, I became CPR certified as part of the process of becoming a physical education leader, or an upperclassman that works in correlation with a staff member and leads a class of underclassmen during their gym period. Even though there are plenty of people that are CPR certified, and even more that aren’t certified but still know how to use CPR, I still feel a slight obligation to use what I’ve learned, seeing as others took the effort to teach it to me.

So for my final answer, if a homeless person was dying on the side of the road, I would administer chest compressions, but would not administer rescue breaths.

And that goes for anyone that I don’t know, not just for homeless people.

I have no idea what you humans put in your mouths these days, and whatever infections are growing in your mouths as a result, I don’t want it in mine.