Gross

I have always been a staunch believer in following strict social rules. One of which includes not passing gas in a public setting if you are in close quarters of other people, especially strangers. Apparently, the guy behind me in the computer lab right now doesn't follow the same system of beliefs. Yes, it's him there is nobody else here. Gross.
If you've talked to me in the past year, you know I have been very anxious about my acceptance into the program I want at KUMed. The other day, I mentioned my major in passing to a classmate and she said, "Really? That's what I'm going to major in also. I just applied today. Have you been accepted?" Um, no, because the application deadline was the next day, and acceptance isn't until March/April. She then said that the uppers of the program said that "as long as you have all your pre-reqs, you'll get in." What?! All this worrying for nothing? I'm still suspicious of what she told me. If this is true, why bother putting all the applicants through an interview process? That sounds like a silly waste of time.

Maybe I'm overthinking?

Kansas v. Missouri

I can't pull the "the weather in Kansas changes every 5 minutes" card because I don't live there anymore, but KCMO is close enough. Seriously!!! 65 lovely degrees Thursday (and I had to waste the afternoon being coatcheck) and then snow and 9 degrees Friday. Nice. I got stuck behind someone on I-35 that was not comfortable going above 45 mph or staying in one lane. Let me mention this was 4 hours after the snow stopped, and it was a dusting. Something I noticed is that the highway was completely dry until I reached Kansas City Kansas. Then, what ever they used made a huge mess of my poor car. I'm glad I didn't wash it when it was 65 degrees. Then again, I haven't washed my car in about 1 year.
On a better note, I'm getting used to being in class for 10 hours a day. The professors I have are very fun and laid back, so it makes time go that much faster. I'm just ready to be done with community college and move on.
On an EVEN better note, Mercapto has settled in nicely. He eats a lot (sunflower seeds especially), and loves to sleep in my dad's blankets. What's surprising is how much people like him after they get over the initial shock that he has no hair. No one can resist that adorable pink nose and curly whiskers!


Awww

Wind Chimes

Okay, I'll come right out and say it: I'm afraid of wind chimes. There I said it, I hate them. The neighbors across the street have them. Every time I go on my front porch, I hear them, my heart races and I try to get back inside as soon as possible. There's also a wind chime kiosk at the mall that is stupid AND scary at the same time! I have no idea why I'm afraid of them, but it's embarrassing to admit. The other day, I drove by my old daycare provider's house and noticed that there were no less than one DOZEN wind chimes on her back deck!!! No doubt, those ghostly bells of death would have quickly driven me mad had they been there back in my day. Now, the "chimes" on a house down the street made out old beer bottles and wire? They lack the ominous toll of conventional chimes and just sound like a bar. Those aren't scary, just odd.


This is never a good gift idea for me.

Knock on Wood

Happy Martin Luther King Jr. Day!

I think to officially consider a "streak" ended, it must be at least 2 weeks without an incident that relates to said streak. My streak involved bad luck with the new home. Below is a list of bad things that were not entirely my fault, but mostly.

Week One:
The back door of our house is weird. If you lock it, it still opens from the inside, but not from the outside. So you must remember or else lock yourself out. Guess what happened the first night my dad and I spent at the new house. Yes, I forgot to look at the lock. It was oh, 35 degrees and my dad and I were locked outside in our slippers/bathrobes with no phones. Fast forward 20 freezing, frantic minutes. Luckily, the previous owner left a window unlocked and I climbed through. The window is now locked (all of them, actually), so to you burglars out there: don't get any ideas.

Week Two:
The phones we have are weird. The "1" button sticks/doesn't always dial. I was trying to dial a 913 number and I'm sure you can guess what happened next: I dialed 911 and hung up. Fast forward 3 seconds. KCMO police calls me back. They were nice and filed it under a misdial and I did not have to receive a scolding from any actual cop. It was embarassing nonetheless. We have new phones now.

Week Three:
Our driveway is weird. To get out, one must back out at an angle. One this particular day, my dad parked a little further away from the garage than usual, so it was an odd angle for my to back my car around. Fast forward 1 millisecond. CRUNCH! I backed through two fenceposts and got yelled at for no reason. The upside is, I get to park in the garage now so it's easier to back out. Oh yeah, we happened to have two extra fenceposts laying around, so the fence is fixed. Lucky!

It has been more than two weeks, and no incident. So, I think it was just the house putting me through a few trials to make sure I know who's boss. Also, it was a good learning exercise: always have extra keys on me, get new phones, and a get sweet garage parking space!


"Hello? Time for a new telephone!"

Daily Embarassment

The other day's embarrassment was the situation of not having sandwich supplies. Yesterday, it was admitting that even living in an awesome urban area, I had NOTHING to do on a Saturday night. Boyfriend was at work, other friends all had plans. I almost never have a Saturday night off from work. Luckily, I remembered that I have that sister. Because she is a single mother of twins, maybe she is in the BoringBoat with me. To sum it up, I spent a great night with my sister being the awesome gossip-y assholes that our mother and loved ones have to put up with. Mostly, we made fun of cheesedick ex-boyfriends and ate Mexican food. In other words, a perfect evening.


As a science enthusiast, I like to graph data.

Snow?!

I woke up this morning to a loud, repetitive scraping sound. Is it the weird guy down the street that sits in his kayak in the middle of the road and "paddles" again? No. It was the neighbors shoveling snow! Fortunately, a man offered to shovel my sidewalk for "a sandwich or a few bucks." I was too embarrassed to admit that the only sandwich supplies I have are bread and pickles, so I gave him $5. Unfortunately, that means no lunchtime jog for this girl. I'm up to 3 miles so far, which is good considering I took a.....2 year....hiatus. Shame! It's not a new year's resolution, but being back up to 5 miles during my lunch jog would be awesome. Before my birthday.

Cheers!!!