My life is made of win, Pt. 1

First-year finals are sucking the marrow from my bones, so this update is just going to be tidbits from my ridiculous life -- musings and events over the past few weeks. Read them. Ponder them. Meditate on them. And, go to bed feeling superior because you didn't brain yourself on a drawer while doing push-ups. Yeah, I did.

• I may have eaten a moldy tortilla. I make yummy veggie wraps. I was enjoying one recently when I noticed a blueish spot on the tortilla. I picked it off and finished the wrap. Shut up, I'm poor.

• Last week I engaged in a slightly uncomfortable stand-off with a spider in the bathroom. Before I had the chance to notice his presence in the corner, I became momentarily occupied. I made a shaky peace pact with him, promising the I would not kill him if he didn't move from his spot on the wall. I grabbed him and flushed him immediately upon standing up. Better to be feared than loved.

• I have recently begun getting emails from Plow & Hearth. I have no idea why. I don't even own a horse.

• I discovered a new workout that makes me bust out my katana for choreographed movements to build balance and strength. I did a little fencing in college. This is nothing like fencing.

• This website (Texts From Last Night) makes me laugh. And cry a little, because I know some of those submissions are from my friends.

• My friend has decided that she's going to try to get pregnant during her second year of law school. I try not to look at her as if she's grown a second head. In fact, I think I would enthusiastically cheer a second head. It would definitely be more helpful in law school than a baby.

• You should be watching Dollhouse Friday nights on FOX.

• My voyeuristic squirrel has been mysteriously absent from the roof next door. I kinda miss him. I have notice a cat prowling that roof, though. If he doesn't show up in a week, I will avenge him.

• I was shocked to find out that my local Wal-Mart doesn't have a gun section. Nor did it have roller-blades. What the fuckity fuck kind of Wal-Mart doesn't have guns and roller-blades?

Cheers...B