Thursday, June 26, 2008
I tried to direct the cat from the bed to the floor, tempting her with the flashlight, but she just stared at me, who had also begun to flail wildy. (Seriously, why do these things only happen when I'm naked?)
Realizing the cat was of no fucking use to me in this time of crisis, I ran to the kitchen to get a heavy Pyrex lid to put over the intruder, but realized that would actually require getting close enough to be accurate with the placement of the lid... and that one of my Pyrex lids would be forever tainted. So I went to the living room and found the heaviest book I have, a Spanish textbook from college. I stood in the doorway and threw it on top of him. Thank goodness it was big, because my aim is never good with these things.
Problem is, now I'm sleeping next to a giant fucking cockroach which is "sleeping" under my Spanish textbook. Er, should I say giant fucking la cucaracha? Anyway, I'm glad the textbook finally came in handy (I totally had to google the spelling of "la cucaracha") but I'm so fucking jumpy I'll never be able to sleep. Seriously. It is right next to me. I'm not even asleep and I'm already having nightmares of his mighty cockroach strength overcoming the weight of the textbook.
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
This is what happens when one has four shots of whiskey and decides she can roller skate. Well, really, this is what happens:
So, I probably should not go to the roller disco that's coming up next weekend, huh?
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
Ah, what I wouldn't give now for a strict bed time and some fish sticks -- two of the Top 10 Childish Things I Wish I Could Get Away With as an Adult.
10. Going to summer camp.
Is there anything more exciting for a kid than going away to summer camp for the first time? For most kids, it's the first time they spend extended periods away from their parents and for me, it was when I learned the most about myself as a young person. Luckily, I still go back as a counselor (yes, I'm quite possibly the oldest camp counselor in the history of the world) every summer and run the journalism department at a camp for the fine and technical arts. I have to hold on to my youth somehow, right?
9. Eating fish sticks for dinner, and that being okay.
How can anyone not love fish sticks? They're like fish 'n chips minus the chips and the sexy British accent. Sure, they come from the freezer section, but they're fucking delicious. All that breading would probably make me fat if I consumed as many as I did when I was a kid, though. And you'd probably laugh at me.
8. Going to bed at 8:30.
I can only dream of going to bed at 8:30 when I finally go to bed at 3 a.m. after getting most--but not all--of my work done for the day.
7. Going to the doctor and never seeing a bill.
I used to think the doctor took care of me because he wanted me to get better, not because he wanted a new car. Now I have to truly believe I'm on my death bed or be absolutely certain a bone is broken before I'd even consider getting within 500 feet of a medical professional, lest I want to default on my student loans (which brings me to an honorable mention: free school).
6. Picking my nose.
Sometimes there's just one you have to get. Definitely loses all charm when an adult does it.
5. Being applauded for everything.
When was the last time someone clapped when you pooped in the toilet?
4. Bursting into tears when I don't get what I want.
Not that I haven't cried over unrequited love, lost apartments or plane tickets that doubled in price over night, forcing me to cancel my vacation, but it's not the same when Dad isn't there to comfort me and give me my first lesson in personal finance while explaining that he just doesn't have the money for that Shetland pony I was so, so in love with.
3. Running around the yard naked.
Not only would this require a yard, it would require the self confidence to actually run while naked. There are so many things wrong with that picture I won't even begin to go there.
2. Believing my parents are immortal.
1. Asking random boys to show me their penises.
The "I'll show you mine if you show me yours" line only works until about 11. Then you're expected to do more. But I could have saved myself a lot of disappointment in my teens and early twenties had I been able to check out the goods before committing to any physical contact.
Originally posted at Nerve.com's Scanner blog.