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Today is December 24th, 2010. about 10:40 pm(as I am writing that line... over there <- ). Now, I don't usually go on Gaia much, nowadays, but I just wanted to write this. About what happened to me TODAY. DECEMBER 24th, the day BEFORE Christmas, 1 hour and 30 minutes away(app.).
It's was a very FREAKY day, I should probably add. Involving church, cookies!, superstition, and, again, a plate. ESPECIALLY, the plate. (see, how I'm repeating that one seemingly insignificant word, 'plate', here? It's cause it's very significant. Indeed.) ...
It was a slow start this morning(Friday), as I expected it to be, because it's the first day of winter break, and I have absolutely nothing good to do with my life. Basically, from the time I woke up at 9 am to 3 pm, I was watching TV and reading books and eating. Then, came church. Well, actually we were the ones that went to church, and we served there, and stuff. And got our gifts! yay, cookies! then blah blah blah, computer, blah blah- TEN TWENTY PEE-EHM. about. I was upstairs, and my mom was just about to go down the stairs(because she was at the top of the stairs, when we heard, or at least she, my brother, and sister, heard the crash). Apparently, a plate broke downstairs. Yikes! It didn't seem that important to me, so I continued whatever I was doing on the computer. I, of course, couldn't here what was going on downstairs, due to the fact that I was listening to music. But let me backtrack a bit.
You see, we were preparing for something called "Noche Buena". And it's when we have this huge dinner, and stay up until midnight, to wait for Christmas. So my parents were preparing food, and me and my siblings would do the little jobs(if we weren't on the computer). Or maybe the food was for the Christmas party for tomorrow. I don't know.
Now back to the topic, 'at hand', or whatever. ...
Some minutes passed, and then I heard some CRAZY knocking on the door, like "knocknocknocknocknocknock!". (try typing 'knock' many times, and you begin to wonder if it's a real word or not)
and my little sister was screaming, "OPEN-THE-DOOR! QUICKLY!" (something, along those lines). So, of course, I went and opened the door. My sister was yelling something at me, but I didn't know what she was saying, or didn't understand what was going on, because she kept saying, "FLOOD! FLOOD!", and she rushed toward the window, and I thought: "HOLY CRAP! THERE'S A FLOOD OUTSIDE! AND WHEN IT'S ALMOST CHRISTMAS!?" , and to tell you the truth, I thought I was gonna pass out or something. But my sister wasn't heading for the windows, but instead for the bed, and she grabbed the blanket off it, and started running downstairs.
"wait, what happened!?", I asked my sister.
"The toilet flooded downstairs!"
o.O (<-eh? my reaction)

I wasn't expecting much, okay fine, I thought there'd be a real flood in the house, but it wasn't. BUT, it wasn't just a small puddle, either. There was a LOT of water, and it was leaking THROUGH the floors, and SHORTCIRCUITING the fire alarm in the basement!
In other words, VERY chaotic.
OHH! How my ears hurt, maybe it's because the volume is low on the computer and I can't really hear the music coming through, I feel deaf!
My parents were screaming at each other, and at us kids, telling EVERYONE what to do. But I could tell that they were frustrated, and that they needed to let their anger out by screaming. Heck, I wanted to scream also. Well, my sister, brother, and I came down running, and we were shocked, stunned, speecheless, stupefied, and frozen in our places. It was my sister that moved first, cause she was holding the blanket that my mom told her to bring. The blanket was thrown to the ground, as a towel, but better(it was a comforter). Then my dad told me to check downstairs, and he handed my brother the vacuum(to suck up the water), and went downstairs himself! I mean, I could've went downstairs first, but I was trying to get slippers on... I was pretty confused after that, so I ran around the house, down the basement, to the first floor, so it SEEMED like I was doing something. When I passed the crime scene, I noticed my favorite childhood blanket was on the floor, used as a towel, also. MY FAVORITE BLANKET WAS USED FOR WIPING UP PEE AND TOILET WATER!!! but I couldn't get worried by that horrible fact, because there were other things to be worried about. So I stood where I was, occasionally shifting from one foot to the other, because I wasn't sure what to do. So I did nothing, and went upstairs, since I kinda knew that everything would settle down in the end. So I went back on the computer.

Then my sister came upstairs, and she told me that what happened was pretty scary. I didn't know what she was talking about so I said, "What?". My sister told me that after the plate broke, mom said that it was bad luck for a plate to break(because we are a very superstitious lot). And I was all, like: O_O.