Beeeeeeees!

I'm starting the big ole' drive to Indiana! Today I arrived in Bedford, PA where I went with my mom on a self guided driving tour of it's famed covered bridges (awesome). We ended up seeing five bridges and then taking a detour to Gravity Hill, where cars in neutral are rumored to roll up the hill. We got there and it was hardly a hill. And our car didn't move. So much for that.

We also saw a crazy car fire! I was pretty scared it would explode in my face. It didn't. Phew. I hope no one was hurt! Tomorrow I'm off to Columbus, OH!

Wokka wokka wokka

I've moved in with my parents, and due to the fact that I can only access the internet from their computer right now and I'm a little bit afraid to leave any trace of this blog on their machine, I've fallen behind in my updates. [Note to self: don't forget to erase the history when you're done writing this pointless blog entry].

Today I accidentally saw my dad in his underwear and I lost my debit card. So despite a change of scenery, there's no shortage of stupid things happening to me.

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...