No Sleeping Tonight

This Monday has been an eventful evening, but it didn't start out that way. After being in class/taking tests/doing the school thing 'til 5pm, I came home to relax. For dinner, I prepared some Spanish rice in the microwave and as a snack, I fixed a can of tuna. How appetizing. After watching 3 shows of Intervention and attempting to read about schizophrenia & hemorrhagic strokes, I got a wild hair and rearranged my shoes in my closet. Do not be jealous. I realize this a Monday night dream every girl has. As I'm trying to figure out which shoes should go on which shelf and how to place them strategically, my roommate runs out of her bathroom into my room, jumps on my bed with a toothbrush in hand an toothpaste flooding from her mouth. She is hysterical and yelling like crazy. Then I get scared, hop up, and freak out. THERE'S A ROACH IN THE BATHROOM, which just happens to be her phobia...roachaphobia! (Ha) Well, I'm not keen on any little arthropod or large brown bullet look-a-like w/ wings! I grab my flip flops and some Lysol. (We don't have any Raid.) Well, this happy-go-lucky insect is having the time of it's life- crawling all over the lotion bottles, make up bags, in and out of the sink like at a water amusement park. I'm too scared to look at it, thinking that if it sees me, it's definitely coming for me. An hour passes, and I have managed to lose the cockroach to under the sink. We have a Jack & Jill bathroom so I'm standing at my door on my vanity stool aiming the Lysol like I'm Clint Eastwood in the cowboy movie. My roommate is standing on the other side in the hallway with a Bissel portable trying to hit the countertops to rid ourselves of this infested animal. We live on the 3rd floor, so how the hell did this thing get in here?! To my knowledge about plumbing/ventilation connections, I'm wondering if he could have crawled under the sink back down to the 2nd floor. At least, that's what I told myself. Needless to say, I'm sitting here in my computer chair knees to my chin, praying the roach left our apartment. You would think after all of the screaming, jumping up and down, convulsing we did that someone would have called the cops. I wish they would have...they would have gotten the roach.

I just realized that there is SPELLCHECK on here! Ha. Disregard my blog earlier about if you happened to see any errors! I guess I'm just too excited to get everything out that I have to say that I haven't noticed all the applications when you're posting.

I lost my car the other day. Indeed, I did. Debating all day if I should go to the mall, I finally got up enough nerve to go by myself. My friends had been shopping the day before in ATL, but I didn't get to go because my computer crashed- different story, different day. Bad idea-Saturday afternoon, you can only imagine all the teeny-boppers and love birds. I'm not too familiar with this particular mall, which only increased my anxiety, but it has the one store that I wanted to go to. Around 4:46pm, I began to head back to my car. One minor problem- I can't remember which door I came in. You're thinking, "Why would you not note your surroundings?". Oh, I did. I just couldn't find that certain surrounding. I see Belk which I know my little Honda is near. Walking outside, I see the Interstate. That's not where I parked. I travel the sidewalk trying to look like I know what I'm doing. I see a parking garage. That's not where I parked. After aimlessly walking around in the mall for about 25 minutes trying to find the dang Ruby Tuesday that I know I walked in beside, I look at a directory. No help. If you can't read a map, than what good does it do you!!? Hahah JK, sort of. I walk to where I believe is my parking lot for real this time...WRONG AGAIN! By this time, I'm sweating. Sorry, girls, I know we glisten, not sweat, but I was! Then, all of a sudden, a light shines like St. Peter waiting for me, and there is the Ruby Tuesday! At 5:12, I arrived at my car!

I really wonder how I get by sometimes. If you would like for me to go in great detail on how to test each cranial nerve or the scientific in depth process of a baby being born, go ahead- shoot. BUT if you need me to drive you from point A to B or logically put together a book case, you're probably better off not asking me. They're is a positive side to this, you see, everyday becomes another funny story for me to share:)