Glargh

An hour later it looks like this.

Disco Inferno

This afternoon I was removing my lunch -- chicken tikka masala and broccoli -- from the microwave when I had an accident. I wobbled, spilling scalding hot sauce all over my arm. The boxes I'd packed with the dishes I'll be bringing with me to Bloomington blocked my way to the sink, so I stared in pain and shock at the bubbly orange globs of sauce on my arm before submerging it beneath the water from the faucet. Holy sh*t it hurts. Why am I so dumb?

Rooms

My roommate moved out this morning. She set off before 9am on her way back to her family home in Pittsburgh. Now my apartment is all empty and sad. Well...my bedroom is still mainly intact...but only for a few more days. I move back in with my parents next week. I'll stay there for two weeks and then head out to Indiana to start my grad program. But for now I'm sad. I miss my roommie.

You are smelly!

Today I spent some time with my friend Jen and her amazingly adorable two-point-five-year-old daughter Elle. I told Elle that her toy kitty that she was gripping so tightly was an admirer of the sparkly kitty that adorned her shirt. Jen concluded from my observation that I was creepy. Thanks to this suggestion, her daughter spent the better part of the car ride home declaring that I was creepy. And then shouting over and over that I was also smelly. Either Elle is really astute, or I really can't hide anything :P.

A Pocket Full of Posey

I believe in Karma (or something like it). I know I shouldn't, and my therapist asserts that this belief is a desperate grasp at exercising control over what happens in my life.

Recently, I went through a health scare related to my butt shingles. And then this weekend, I found out I was selected to conduct a 10 minute interview with Hanson (HANSON!!!) before their performance in Hyannis this summer. So...noone can call me unlucky. When something bad happens, something good often comes to balance it out. And when something good happens...

It's a Brazzle Dazzle Day

I was at the beer garden tonight when my stomach began to quake. When I could take it no more, I ran to the bathroom and unloaded my pain into the toilet. A few seconds later, I heard some complaints outside the stall: "Ugh that smells terrible. Who did that?" The voice of an older lady responded with "don't worry, I got it honey" and I subsequently heard the whoosh of air freshener (room deodorizer, as my dad likes to call it) being released. How mortifying.

Whatevs, people. It was me!

The Roof is on Fire!

So those bug bites? They turned out to be shingles. The disease that comes from the varicella zoster virus. A reincarnation of chicken pox, so to speak. It's a disease that mostly old people get. Except for me and a good friend of mine who shares my name :)