Ever had that moment?

That moment when you just want to find a corner and hide in it.  Maybe find a wall and become one of it's many paper flowers.  Or even just reverse time so that embarrassing thing you did could be stopped before it happens?

I had one of those yesterday.
We had a university testing day, no one had to attend classes.  All I had to do was take a test that everyone in my university has to also take.  I finished that in the morning and had the rest of the day to do whatever (I ended up watching Hamlet. The one with Mel Gibson with a strange short hair cut).  After the movie ended and I finished my responsibilities (working and all that), I had a few moments to do nothing.

Those moments are a good thing and a bad thing.  This time it was a bad thing.
I turned on my candle warmer that sits a few feet away from the futon we have in our room.  I turned my dinosaur laptop on and walked around for a good five minutes before it changed from the "Window's" screen with that strange, curvy four colored representation of a window. I sat around searching the endless internet for a while, finding nothing.

My roommate and I talked for a while and it was decided.  Road Trip!  I clicked the option to turn off my dinosaur and waited another five minutes before it said "Are you sure?"  After closing the monster and trying to hide it behind anything I walked over to my candle on the candle warmer.

It was halfway melted.  This is always slightly disappointing because the nice smell of the vanilla candle doesn't really waft through the room  unless the hot wax is allowed to escape into the free air.  In an attempt to free the warm wax I started using my fingernails to scratch a hole into the hard wax on top.
Shavings came away at first and when I got closer to the warm wax it started squishing around.  I hadn't finished getting ready to leave yet so I left it to put my shoes on and such.
When I came back I was happy to see a small puddle of wax oozing out of the hole I had created.  Excited, I started to push on the hard wax to cause more warm wax to come out.

This is the moment when I would go back and stop myself.

When the wax didn't budge at all, I used my other hand too, pushing harder to try and get the warm wax out all the while thinking that i wanted the vanilla smell to circulate better.  Disaster stuck right then.  The hard wax suddenly whooshed into the warm wax causing a volcano to erupt and burn everything in it's path; this included my hands.

I spent the next few minutes listening to my roommate laugh uncontrollably while I frantically tried to clean up fast-cooling wax from the carpet, the shelf and the bookend; ignoring my hands in the process.

I woke up this morning to find blisters on my fingers.
Writing today is going to feel just dandy.