Sensory Encounter

the crying 404 goat really, really freaks me out

So my dad and I made the drive up north today. We made it in six and a half hours, which is a record, but we had awesome traffic through LA and very little up the central valley, and I sped 95% of the time, so it wasn't really that unexpected.

The apartment is awesome. :) I'm mostly unpacked, although I'm not sure if I'm going to remember where I put everything tomorrow. Especially in the kitchen - we'll see. The Comcast guy is coming tomorrow to set up our internet and TV, so I can stop stealing the neighbor's wireless. The only real issue I'm having is that I haven't had a chance to figure out the alarm system yet. That makes me a little nervous, since we're on the first floor, and I am paranoid as fuck.

BUT ANYWAY I am happy to be back at school, even though school itself doesn't start for another week and a half.

Okay, so saga is probably too strong a word.

A few days ago, I opened my sliding glass door to get some air in my room since it's been pretty hot here. There was a giant bug, perched and lurking malevolently, between the netting part of the door and the glass. I screamed and slammed my door shut again, because it was a giant fucking bug and I didn't want it getting into my room and eating me in my sleep or whatever I thought it would do. Satisfied and thinking I had crushed it with my door, I slept well.

Fast forward to today. My mom is in the backyard and calls me out, so I open my sliding glass door and what do I see - yes, the giant fucking bug. I scream again, slam the door hoping for a more effective squashing, and go outside another way. My mom asks how I ever survive on my own, and eventually comes to kill the bug. We do not believe in the rights of bugs in this house. Just this morning we killed like fifty ants with Windex and vacuumed them up later.

Anyway, instead of disposing of the no doubt super dangerous bug, she knocks it into my room where it hides under her Pilates machine and then INSIDE MY SHOE. While I'm perched on the piano bench - again, this could be a dangerous giant fucking bug - the guy painting our house comes in and asks what all the fuss is. The bug is fucking skittering around in my shoe and I am still hiding in the hallway, so he kills it because apparently my mother and I are totally incompetent.

You can tell the painter isn't my dad because he didn't chase me around the house with the bug covered paper towel.

NOW I CAN SLEEP TRULY SAFELY. And also skip the gym tomorrow, since there are bug guts in my shoe.

hahaha oh my god this wife swap looks beautiful

its a substitute teacher with two jobs and a crazy lady who homeschools her kids and they ALL DRESS IN RENAISSANCE GEAR ALL THE TIME

THE WHOLE FAMILY

This fathers day cake is like

I don't even know

It's the worst in a line of increasingly catastrophic cakes

My dad is on Atkins, so we were trying to do an Atkins friendly cake, but it requires so much butter and so little flour and there is wax paper stuck to it and the frosting is disgusting, and we're trying to disguise that by covering it in more delicious berries

I'm thinking of making a card saying "the level of deliciousness of this cake is not in any way indicative of our love for you, we promise", but we'll see how my sister feels about that

hahahaha oh apartment complex, you so funny

I just got a notice shoved in my door that there are apparently people breaking into cars and stealing things.

WHAT

I AM SHOCKED, APARTMENT COMPLEX

I WAS SO UNAWARE

I am so sick of smallpox vaccine opposition, internets, let me tell you!

Actually that's not my main problem right now. I cannot write this stupid essay, because I disagree with the main premise that globalism is somehow inherently better than nationalism, and I feel like my professor wants us to basically say that everything would be fine if the pesky old US would just fall in line.

And I cannot handle that paper right now.

But it's due in 15 freaking hours, so I guess I'll have to get over that soon.

On a related note, what kind of self-respecting Starbucks closes at 9:30?

I just had the most exciting Spanish requirement revelation ever!

For my minor, I have to take up to Spanish 100, which means 1, 2, 3, 21, 22, 23, and 100. As of now, I have completed 2, and only have three quarters left.

I thought that 100 was only offered in the fall, which meant that I would have to take a super intensive class over the summer, intensive enough to skip four Spanish classes. Apparently, though, it's offered in the spring as well, which means I only have to skip two classes!

While still not as ideal as say, keeping up with my requirements would have been, my stress level just decreased by like a zillion.

Finally I am done with the world's most depressing book! Now just a two hour discussion on it tomorrow, and I won't have to think about it for a few more weeks! JOY!

:D