I need a Scooby Gang, asap.
The weather is horrible today! I literally had to fight the wind to walk. I've said for a while now that I think Bowling Green must be situated on a glacier because it's so cold. But this doesn't account for the sudden changes in the weather. The random bouts of freezing temperatures followed by days of pleasant 70's type weather is truly something to behold. In light of recent event it has become clear to me that the ridiculous weather is really just a symptom of a much greater problem: this campus is situated directly above the hellmouth.
I present, dear readers, the following evidence for your consideration:
1. As previously mentioned, the weather. Last week I was wearing a long sleeve tshirt, this week I look like an eskimo. It rained for 24 hours straight yesterday, and the entire city was a puddle three inches deep. Today, I feel like Mary Poppins. It's clear that something evil is constantly trying to freeze us, drown us, or blow us away.
2. About once a week a group of sorority girls covered in some form of paint truck around campus serenading various fraternity houses. I sumbit to you that perhaps this so-called paint is the true form of some terrible green fraternity-boy-seducing demon. And, they sing songs and make spirited chants. Clearly, this is demonic in nature.
3. A while ago, a black cat was brought to campus, and rather than remain on the ground where there was no chance of him plummeting to his death, he quickly scurried up a tree. See? Even black cats want to get away. Something is stirring under the ground.
4. There is a girl named Willow in one of my classes, and she signed up for my NaNoWriMo group on Facebook, which proves she is the book-y type. Coincidence? I think not.
5. There is one student on campus who constantly dances to his headphones. I'm talking wild, erratic, full-out dancing to music no one else can hear. At first I thought it nice that he didn't care what others thought, but let's face it folks...all humans care what others think. Conclusion: he must be non-human. He must be a dancing demon.
6. Today a girl giving an oral presentation in my Developmental Psych class sounded exactly like Cassie Newton. EXACTLY. Close your eyes, and it was her. I couldn't pay attention because all I kept hearing was "Now here I am, chatting you up" and then expecting her demonic soul to peel back her skin and disappear into thin air. I'm keeping an eye on this girl.
Further updates on events as they unfold.
I present, dear readers, the following evidence for your consideration:
1. As previously mentioned, the weather. Last week I was wearing a long sleeve tshirt, this week I look like an eskimo. It rained for 24 hours straight yesterday, and the entire city was a puddle three inches deep. Today, I feel like Mary Poppins. It's clear that something evil is constantly trying to freeze us, drown us, or blow us away.
2. About once a week a group of sorority girls covered in some form of paint truck around campus serenading various fraternity houses. I sumbit to you that perhaps this so-called paint is the true form of some terrible green fraternity-boy-seducing demon. And, they sing songs and make spirited chants. Clearly, this is demonic in nature.
3. A while ago, a black cat was brought to campus, and rather than remain on the ground where there was no chance of him plummeting to his death, he quickly scurried up a tree. See? Even black cats want to get away. Something is stirring under the ground.
4. There is a girl named Willow in one of my classes, and she signed up for my NaNoWriMo group on Facebook, which proves she is the book-y type. Coincidence? I think not.
5. There is one student on campus who constantly dances to his headphones. I'm talking wild, erratic, full-out dancing to music no one else can hear. At first I thought it nice that he didn't care what others thought, but let's face it folks...all humans care what others think. Conclusion: he must be non-human. He must be a dancing demon.
6. Today a girl giving an oral presentation in my Developmental Psych class sounded exactly like Cassie Newton. EXACTLY. Close your eyes, and it was her. I couldn't pay attention because all I kept hearing was "Now here I am, chatting you up" and then expecting her demonic soul to peel back her skin and disappear into thin air. I'm keeping an eye on this girl.
Further updates on events as they unfold.