| i would like to tell a story:
a long time ago (almost a year, i think) becca bought these mouse traps
because she was convinced we had mice. i chuckled at her a little
because i felt as though she was being a little paranoid aobut it. the
mouse traps she bought were the sticky kind... you know what i mean?
they have like seeds or something mice would want to eat in the middle
of it, but they are super sticky so the poor hungry mice get stuck and
ultimately starve to death.
well today karen and i decided to do some cleaning: cleaning that
involved clearing out the pantry. karen finds one of these mouse traps
and asks what it is. i explained to her how becca thought we had mice,
blah blah. "we don't mice, do we?" she asks excitedly. "no" i reply
assuringly.
cut to this evening. karen is gone. i'm finishing up cleaning. i'm in
the pantry and i notice one of the mouse traps in the corner. it's kind
of dirty and dusty. i pick it up thinking to myself, "well this isn't
going to catch any mice anyway what with the sticky part having a big
hair ball on it." i look closer at it. part of the plastic is chewed
away. "that's odd." i said to myself. i look even closer... we're
talking, i have this thing inches from my face. and what's that i see?
is that mouse poop covering it? i look even closer. my mind wanders.
obviously this trap is showing signs of a mouse being present once. but
how did it get a... holy crap! the hairball was a mouse. a friggin
mouse. i seriously had to be closely inspecting the trap for a solid 2
minutes and didn't see the dead mouse stuck to it.
i amaze myself sometimes with how quick i am.
anyway. karen was all up in there cleaning today. i can't imagine she
didn't see it. i want to call her and ask, but i can't find my phone.
and no one is home. i had no one to tell the story to, so i opened up
xanga again. ha.
ps. happy birthday katie. my gift is this entry.
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| I'm out
of the rut!
Finally.
It only took me a week.
Tomorrow is ANT DAY! |
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| i'm entirely unmotivated to do anything.
i don't know how to get out of this rut. |
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| mission "complete school" (almost) accomplished.
i just registered for my last classes that i will need to take at eastern. it's just really nice to go down my degree audit and see nice neat little "complete, complete, complete, complete" at the tops of all the sectionss. woot. go me.
only thing left: the practicum |
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| i had an assignment in spanish class to write about my favorite resturant. i wrote about lyndon. and now i miss you guys.
my brother is going to be famous. i know it.
i've decided to stop letting all the martas in the world distract me from rationalizing like a kid. let's see how it goes.
i'm doing well. school is boring, like whoa. |
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