A day in the Life
So I come home from work yesterday, bit exhausted, and after the normal post work stripping of clothes down to boxers routine, go to get on the internet. and as I go about this, I think to myself "I'm pretty sure there used to be a cable modem right here." "yep, pretty sure.. oh yeah, plugged right here into this coxial cable is where it normally is" "and wasn't there an ethernet cord I plugged into my laptop or something?" (I pretty much thought these things to myself ver badem, since I was a bit tired after two jobs, and just generally, you know, nuts). So then I get to thinking, Maybe it stopped working and Jonny took it in to geeksquad. "but wait. Jonny was on sitting on the computer contendedly before I left for work. and his laptop's still here.."
It was quite the saturday evening mystery.
Earlier that day, I learned a life lesson. the why you should do yard work in closed toed shoes lesson. To be fair, I already knew of this lesson, I just didn't have sutiable work shoes at my apartment and so decieded to mow the grass and work in my choco's, as I've gotten into the habit of doing recently.
That was a bad idea, because I weedwackered my toes. Just mostly my left big toe, but the one beside it got a little weedwacker love too. I weedwacked the top 4th or so of the toe nail off, and opened a nice little gash next to it. It actually isn't/wasn't that bad, but turns out hitting yourself with nylon rope spinning really fast makes your toes sting real bad for a minute or two.
Luckily I didn't also learn the lawn mower section of said lesson.
This morning, with Jonny in bed and me going to work, the internet mystery was still in full effect. but anyway, new story.
as I walked to my car, I knew my seat was going to be wet, because I had left all the windows down the night before and had been awoken by really really something-just-colapsed-next-door loud thunder at about 3 in the morning. But the part that I wasn't expecting was that someone had apparently slept (or maybe just rested) in my passenger seat in the night. My first clue was the seat reclined as far as it would go, which was defintely not how I had left it. the second was the mess of the onion (the free saterical paper, not the vegetable, for the record) which had formerly been somewhat neatly arranged on the passenger floor. and the third clue was the dome light that wouldn't go off, even after I opened and shut my door repeatedly.
The strange part is though, despite the rain, whoever my mystery nieghborhood guest was, they didn't roll up any of the windows. So they went to get out of the rain, but declined to crank the handles on the car door to get even further out of the rain.
so I'm guessing crackheads. Or a baby dealing weed, if you know what I'm talking about.
Oh and ben solved the cable modem mystery. (Because my roommates and I don't actually communicate that often aparently) I asked ben if Jonny had mentioned why our modem was missing. Turns out Jon locked himself out, called adam, who still has keys, so adam comes by, lets him in, takes the cable modem (which he had paid for) and kept his keys to the apartment. mystery solved.
and puts me back in the checkin' mail from the ma's or coffee shop grind.
and I'm out. I think tomorrow marks 5 strait days at the republic, and I'm tired from consectutive days of banana picking.
oh and PS. sorry for sweeping you Rachel. mrhahahahaha.
It was quite the saturday evening mystery.
Earlier that day, I learned a life lesson. the why you should do yard work in closed toed shoes lesson. To be fair, I already knew of this lesson, I just didn't have sutiable work shoes at my apartment and so decieded to mow the grass and work in my choco's, as I've gotten into the habit of doing recently.
That was a bad idea, because I weedwackered my toes. Just mostly my left big toe, but the one beside it got a little weedwacker love too. I weedwacked the top 4th or so of the toe nail off, and opened a nice little gash next to it. It actually isn't/wasn't that bad, but turns out hitting yourself with nylon rope spinning really fast makes your toes sting real bad for a minute or two.
Luckily I didn't also learn the lawn mower section of said lesson.
This morning, with Jonny in bed and me going to work, the internet mystery was still in full effect. but anyway, new story.
as I walked to my car, I knew my seat was going to be wet, because I had left all the windows down the night before and had been awoken by really really something-just-colapsed-next-door loud thunder at about 3 in the morning. But the part that I wasn't expecting was that someone had apparently slept (or maybe just rested) in my passenger seat in the night. My first clue was the seat reclined as far as it would go, which was defintely not how I had left it. the second was the mess of the onion (the free saterical paper, not the vegetable, for the record) which had formerly been somewhat neatly arranged on the passenger floor. and the third clue was the dome light that wouldn't go off, even after I opened and shut my door repeatedly.
The strange part is though, despite the rain, whoever my mystery nieghborhood guest was, they didn't roll up any of the windows. So they went to get out of the rain, but declined to crank the handles on the car door to get even further out of the rain.
so I'm guessing crackheads. Or a baby dealing weed, if you know what I'm talking about.
Oh and ben solved the cable modem mystery. (Because my roommates and I don't actually communicate that often aparently) I asked ben if Jonny had mentioned why our modem was missing. Turns out Jon locked himself out, called adam, who still has keys, so adam comes by, lets him in, takes the cable modem (which he had paid for) and kept his keys to the apartment. mystery solved.
and puts me back in the checkin' mail from the ma's or coffee shop grind.
and I'm out. I think tomorrow marks 5 strait days at the republic, and I'm tired from consectutive days of banana picking.
oh and PS. sorry for sweeping you Rachel. mrhahahahaha.