Deja Vu?
I'm posting a direct quote from my livejournal from freshman year:
"5 minutes ago, as I was sitting calmly at my desk at work playing solitaire, I heard a little sound and saw something move out of the corner of my eye. I then saw the most HIDEOUS, DISGUSTING, GIGANTIC COCKROACH IN THE HISTORY OF HUMANKIND. I sat stunned for a minute before shrieking, grabbing my bag off the floor, and gibbering to one of the tutors who happened to be out of her office about the horror of what I had just seen."
So yesterday at the office, I heard that clicking noise again, and thought to myself, "god, that sounds just like freshman year when that damn cockroach was in the office. nah, couldn't be..."
Today:
*hear clicking noise again, glance down at feet, see gigantic cockroach dangerously close to shoes"
"GAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!" *jump up from desk, run away from cockroach, cower on couch*
"GIGI, WE HAVE A PROBLEM! WE HAVE AN INFESTATION! WE HAVE COCKROACHES!"
Fucking history repeating itself here. As soon as Gigi came out to try and squish the sucker, it went and hid under the desk. Cockroaches are cowards at heart. They don't stay and fight you up front, they hide--all the better to come at you later when you're not looking. So Gigi decided to go get some superpower wasp killer, thinking maybe this will kill him. Of course, cockroaches can survive nuclear holocaust, and all this did was flush him out from under the desk, raging mad. But then Gigi was able to squish him, and his black innards were all over the floor by my desk chair, but at least he was dead.
Then I got a headache from the toxic smell of wasp killer under my desk and in the general vicinity. That wasn't so cool.
But on the up side, my honors lecture was, like, interesting and informative and funny and engaging. This is only the second lecture I have actually liked. That's kind of sad, isn't it?
"5 minutes ago, as I was sitting calmly at my desk at work playing solitaire, I heard a little sound and saw something move out of the corner of my eye. I then saw the most HIDEOUS, DISGUSTING, GIGANTIC COCKROACH IN THE HISTORY OF HUMANKIND. I sat stunned for a minute before shrieking, grabbing my bag off the floor, and gibbering to one of the tutors who happened to be out of her office about the horror of what I had just seen."
So yesterday at the office, I heard that clicking noise again, and thought to myself, "god, that sounds just like freshman year when that damn cockroach was in the office. nah, couldn't be..."
Today:
*hear clicking noise again, glance down at feet, see gigantic cockroach dangerously close to shoes"
"GAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!" *jump up from desk, run away from cockroach, cower on couch*
"GIGI, WE HAVE A PROBLEM! WE HAVE AN INFESTATION! WE HAVE COCKROACHES!"
Fucking history repeating itself here. As soon as Gigi came out to try and squish the sucker, it went and hid under the desk. Cockroaches are cowards at heart. They don't stay and fight you up front, they hide--all the better to come at you later when you're not looking. So Gigi decided to go get some superpower wasp killer, thinking maybe this will kill him. Of course, cockroaches can survive nuclear holocaust, and all this did was flush him out from under the desk, raging mad. But then Gigi was able to squish him, and his black innards were all over the floor by my desk chair, but at least he was dead.
Then I got a headache from the toxic smell of wasp killer under my desk and in the general vicinity. That wasn't so cool.
But on the up side, my honors lecture was, like, interesting and informative and funny and engaging. This is only the second lecture I have actually liked. That's kind of sad, isn't it?