Stumped.
I've only seen one cute guy in the entire five weeks I have lived in this town. And he may or may not have actually been cute up close. He had it right from far away, but I got him at an odd angle as I was driving and he was walking into a bar. This funny bar called the "Where Else? Bar". But ONE? How can that be? Doesn't it defy the laws of averages, or probabilities or some other statistical nonsense? I should say that this doesn't include the trip I took to Chicago. I'm talking local. All of the guys here (all of the girls here too, but as I don't have the lesbian tendency the girls don't concern me) look like they were cut from dough with the same cutter like gingerbread men. I saw THREE guys all wearing the same thing, grocery shopping together. They all had on camoflauge cargo shorts, flip flops and abercrombie t-shirts. Don't they realize they should at least try to mix up the colors a little bit when they go out together? I mean come on, I'll take something, ANYTHING, different as long as it is in fact different. Maybe even Tevas, which is something I never thought I'd say.
And I've had this song about going to rehab stuck in my head for FIVE HELLISH WEEKS, it plays everywhere I go, I can't get away from it. I think it's on a loop at the lap pool and it makes me want to drown just to blot it out.
And we found a spider in my brother's bathtub which was, pardon my language, one big son of a bitch. The biggest, most repulsive and hairy thing I've ever seen that wasn't technically a tarantula. I could try to tell you about it, but you wouldn't understand. You'd have had to see it in person. There aren't spiders like this in California. Which makes me want to come crying back and I mean now. My brother walked in and said there was a big spider. My frame of reference for such things is that a big spider is, say the size of a quarter. I tell you, the shock to my system upon seeing it is something I won't soon recover from. This thing was two inches across, at the very least. And it was bulky, not like a daddy longlegs. This thing meant business and if one of them ever got on me my heart would stop dead from disgust and horror. Spiders don't really terrify me in general...I've got some little ones I share my bathroom with. But this thing was a Holy Terror. We determined that it probably wasn't a Brown Recluse. I can face just about anything except a brown recluse. My dad's cousin got bit by one on the back of her leg and it necrotized her flesh and the doctors had to cut a chunk of skin about the size of a baseball out of it. Of course, she had diabetes too, but my point stands.
One more state of affairs I take issue with. West Lafayette is pretty small. Basically the unversity, lots of apartments and houses. About 20,000 people when school is out of session. Lafayette, across the Wabash River, is very industrial and blue collar and about 80,000 people. With factories and plants and smokestacks. Basically a mini version of what you'd think detroit would look like. So I'm taking a night class over there at the community college. I tell you, that place smells like hell. I don't know what this smell is or where it comes from, but it gets worse when the humidity rises. It's hard to describe because I've never smelled anything like it, but the closest thing I could say is...like...old, wet casserole. Like something starchy that's gone bad. Like if you left Thanksgiving leftovers out a couple of days. It's oppressive outside, but it also seems to permeate the building in which my class is and I can smell it faintly in there. But West Lafayette doesn't smell like that. Unless there's a strong wind. It's vile.
Those are my complaints. On the bright side, I think it is going to be really pretty here when fall comes, what with the brick buildings and all of the trees.
And I've had this song about going to rehab stuck in my head for FIVE HELLISH WEEKS, it plays everywhere I go, I can't get away from it. I think it's on a loop at the lap pool and it makes me want to drown just to blot it out.
And we found a spider in my brother's bathtub which was, pardon my language, one big son of a bitch. The biggest, most repulsive and hairy thing I've ever seen that wasn't technically a tarantula. I could try to tell you about it, but you wouldn't understand. You'd have had to see it in person. There aren't spiders like this in California. Which makes me want to come crying back and I mean now. My brother walked in and said there was a big spider. My frame of reference for such things is that a big spider is, say the size of a quarter. I tell you, the shock to my system upon seeing it is something I won't soon recover from. This thing was two inches across, at the very least. And it was bulky, not like a daddy longlegs. This thing meant business and if one of them ever got on me my heart would stop dead from disgust and horror. Spiders don't really terrify me in general...I've got some little ones I share my bathroom with. But this thing was a Holy Terror. We determined that it probably wasn't a Brown Recluse. I can face just about anything except a brown recluse. My dad's cousin got bit by one on the back of her leg and it necrotized her flesh and the doctors had to cut a chunk of skin about the size of a baseball out of it. Of course, she had diabetes too, but my point stands.
One more state of affairs I take issue with. West Lafayette is pretty small. Basically the unversity, lots of apartments and houses. About 20,000 people when school is out of session. Lafayette, across the Wabash River, is very industrial and blue collar and about 80,000 people. With factories and plants and smokestacks. Basically a mini version of what you'd think detroit would look like. So I'm taking a night class over there at the community college. I tell you, that place smells like hell. I don't know what this smell is or where it comes from, but it gets worse when the humidity rises. It's hard to describe because I've never smelled anything like it, but the closest thing I could say is...like...old, wet casserole. Like something starchy that's gone bad. Like if you left Thanksgiving leftovers out a couple of days. It's oppressive outside, but it also seems to permeate the building in which my class is and I can smell it faintly in there. But West Lafayette doesn't smell like that. Unless there's a strong wind. It's vile.
Those are my complaints. On the bright side, I think it is going to be really pretty here when fall comes, what with the brick buildings and all of the trees.