fireworks and paranoia
It occurs to me as I sit here in the Reitz Union, listening to the fireworks show that is currently going off on Flavet Field, that although they are awe-inspiring when you get to see them, fireworks can be scary and a little irritating if you're stuck inside at work. So the first one that went up sounded like a huge thunder bolt and freaked everyone out, but when I informed them what it was they all clapped their hands in excitement and quickly ran outside to see. As the show continued and it became apparent that i was absolutely the only one still in the union, the show got much louder and pretty much everything began to shake. which it is still doing. is it really a fireworks show or is someone attacking the general public with a cannon i wonder...if only i could leave the desk to check on the safety of my fellow human beings. oh well. Lucky for me I got to see a fireworks show in High Springs the other night so I haven't been completely cheated this Independence Day.
Tomorrow should be interesting. The annual SOB 4th of July party will be going down and I will be there of course since that is where I live. I've thrown many a party in my day, but normally they consist of baked goods and choreographed dancing so it should be interesting to be in on this. Don't worry, I will take pictures i will somehow still incorporate choreographed dancing.
Here's an embarrassing story I don't mind telling: last week I was walking and stepped on one of those black rectangle covers that usually hides wires or something on the sidewalk. Well, apparently it wasn't covered properly because my foot went an extra 12 inches into the ground and all of a sudden i'm lying on the sidewalk. It didn't hurt that much but i did scrape up the back of my hand and bruise my ankle. Luckily Lindsay was there to look awkwardly concerned. As we walked to the union a trail of blood was left in my wake. it's been slowly healing up over the past week but last night kristin said it looked like i had burnt myself with a cigarette and today ryan told me it looked like i'd been crucified. morbid much? now i'm considering plastic surgery due to the anxiety caused by their statements. maybe i can get on discovery health!
Jeff finally came back today and he brought his doggy which should be super cool because although i'm allergic, i can pretend he is my own fluffy Witch King of Angmar! No more waiting til I settle down and get a steady job!
so this weekend I was the only one home and although I thought that it would be fun, it turns out I was only home late at night anyways and I'm a little afraid of coming into the house then. I can never get the door unlocked so I'm just standing in the dark with a bunch of stuff making a lot of noise and once i finally get in I can never find the lightswitch quick enough. In general though, the house is a little worrisome. for example, there's no lock on my door which is no big deal, right? wrong! if i don't barricade it i'll wake up in the middle of the night and it's open! how messed up is that? the first time i just stared in the dark at the door trying to convince myself that i was wrong but no, it was ajar. AJAR! i told Bryan this and he confirmed that the house was 'weird' which didn't make me feel any better. plus it makes noises. scary noises. in short, i'd prefer it if i wasn't all by my lonesome.
speaking of paranoia, ever since i saw i heart huckabee's i'm always worried that there is someone hiding in the backseat of my car. and i'm not worried that it's lily tomlin, i'm worried that it's a scary monster-slash-bum. if i forget to check before i start driving i can't look back, i've just gotta get where i'm going quick before it gets me! alright, time to go home! PEACE
Tomorrow should be interesting. The annual SOB 4th of July party will be going down and I will be there of course since that is where I live. I've thrown many a party in my day, but normally they consist of baked goods and choreographed dancing so it should be interesting to be in on this. Don't worry, I will take pictures i will somehow still incorporate choreographed dancing.
Here's an embarrassing story I don't mind telling: last week I was walking and stepped on one of those black rectangle covers that usually hides wires or something on the sidewalk. Well, apparently it wasn't covered properly because my foot went an extra 12 inches into the ground and all of a sudden i'm lying on the sidewalk. It didn't hurt that much but i did scrape up the back of my hand and bruise my ankle. Luckily Lindsay was there to look awkwardly concerned. As we walked to the union a trail of blood was left in my wake. it's been slowly healing up over the past week but last night kristin said it looked like i had burnt myself with a cigarette and today ryan told me it looked like i'd been crucified. morbid much? now i'm considering plastic surgery due to the anxiety caused by their statements. maybe i can get on discovery health!
Jeff finally came back today and he brought his doggy which should be super cool because although i'm allergic, i can pretend he is my own fluffy Witch King of Angmar! No more waiting til I settle down and get a steady job!
so this weekend I was the only one home and although I thought that it would be fun, it turns out I was only home late at night anyways and I'm a little afraid of coming into the house then. I can never get the door unlocked so I'm just standing in the dark with a bunch of stuff making a lot of noise and once i finally get in I can never find the lightswitch quick enough. In general though, the house is a little worrisome. for example, there's no lock on my door which is no big deal, right? wrong! if i don't barricade it i'll wake up in the middle of the night and it's open! how messed up is that? the first time i just stared in the dark at the door trying to convince myself that i was wrong but no, it was ajar. AJAR! i told Bryan this and he confirmed that the house was 'weird' which didn't make me feel any better. plus it makes noises. scary noises. in short, i'd prefer it if i wasn't all by my lonesome.
speaking of paranoia, ever since i saw i heart huckabee's i'm always worried that there is someone hiding in the backseat of my car. and i'm not worried that it's lily tomlin, i'm worried that it's a scary monster-slash-bum. if i forget to check before i start driving i can't look back, i've just gotta get where i'm going quick before it gets me! alright, time to go home! PEACE