Broadway Would Love Me

Oooooh what a centipede MOOOOOOOrning!

Pleeease not a centipede daaaaaaaaaaaaaay...

I've got a horrible FEEEEEling

More bugs are comin' my way.

Worst. Musical. Ever.

I found another one of them in my shower this morning when I opened the curtain. At first I thought it was a silver fish, but by the time I'd grabbed a kleenex and closed in on the little bastard, I'd discovered the truth: a house centipede. See? That's how much I hate them; I'm willing to figure out species so I know what I'm up against. I mean, if i see a spider in my house, I just sqaush the little bugger. I don't care what kind of spider it is. This one is a special case. Here's a picture of one, and I've made it as small as possible, just to keep from creeping y'all out too badly.

I really hate them. Eugh. I blame you, Last Night's Rainstorm! I'm gonna go drown my sorrows in coffee and cookies and hashbrowns, because I'm a responsible, healthy adult. Yeah.

Don't Talk About Rock Carving

I have discovered the first rule of rock carving: Don't wear a low cut shirt. Do have any idea how frustrating and awkward it is to sit through a two hour lecture while you've got sand and tiny rocks in your bra? Holy freaking crap. Never again.

Also, homemade apple sauce is the best. Unfortuantely, I didn't really get to eat it. I promised my fibers class (like printing on fabric and learning to draw with a sewing machine) that I would bring cookies for Food Friday, and I went to the grocery store to get the stuff I'd need to bake, and realized when I got home that I'm out of butter. It was even on the stupid list. Augh. I didn't feel like going all the way back to the store just for butter, so I dug out my one cookie recipe that doesn't call for butter. It does, however, call for applesauce. I did not have applesauce, but I had apples and cinnamon and a whole night to kill, so I made some crazy delicious applesauce and then amazing moist apple-y cookies. Then I helped Jill and our friend Jer paint a huge poster for the swing dancing team.

Also also, I am horrendously domestic. It's 10:30 at night, and I've just finished sweeping and washing all the floors in my house. Just because. Well, they were dirty (especially the kitchen), but that activity always struck me more as a "I'm going to spend all of Saturday morning cleaning this dump" kind of thing rather than a "it's Thursday night and I have nothing better to do while I watch Elf" type thing. Whatevs.

Also also also, my a cappella group is going to be putting out a new CD (hopefully!)!!! I'm pretty darn stoked to start recording.

I (almost completely) apologize for the moroseness of yesterday's post. It was just one of those days, you know?

Scramble My Life

Okay, as of right now I have no major. The sculpture department is being closed after this semester, and I just found out today that I can no longer be a sculpture major. I have no major, and my kitchen houses centipedes. I hate today. I'm off to bake cookies and drown my sorrows. Blargh.