islanded in a stream of stars

I'm not sure what was more disturbing: watching blood splurt, flesh ripped and organs skewered in my consumerism class' screening of Dawn of the Dead or sitting behind two classmates making out during those scenes.

Also, you'd think that the female engineering majors on my floor would learn that pointing the shower head away from the drain towards the downward slope floods the rest of the bathroom. If they have difficulty grasping the concept of gravity, then they're going to need all the luck they can get for their physics midterms...