kiffie

Oh god I hope this isn't gonna be a running theme -- kiffies drabbling at been-o-clock at night.

( Love. )

Why am I watching "Ghost" again?

This is why I shouldn't own movies.

I run both of my phones off the same jack and then call myself.

Probably only hilarious to me.

I just found out that Deep Springs, which I'd always been interested in but could not attend, will begin admitting women as of the 2013 schoolyear.

As most of you know, I've just graduated.

Timing! ( ._.)9

Or, why kiffies have been more MIA than usual.

Last week, I found a gas leak in my house.

I called a stove repair company, as I traced it to somewhere near the stove. Stove guy said no, it was under the house. Landlord called the propane folks. Propane folks said that gas leaks weren't a priority, and made me wait four days. During that time, the smell got worse.

I scrambled to get Hermes out of the house, just in case, and made a great effort to stay mostly gone, myself.

Finally, on Monday, the gas guy came, turned one little bolt, and said, "Yep."

(_ )_

Once you accept that you're not getting any sleep, you don't actually get tired.

...

Of course, that may also be the giant bottle of fruit juice and horrific adrenaline talking.

God, I'm going to fail so bad at this final paper.

Last night, I was showering.

I look up. There's a daddy longlegs chilling on his web, just above my head. I figure, eh, I won't move him. He's high enough up that he shouldn't get wet, and I wasn't planning on taking a long enough shower for the steam to hurt him. I soap up my brush, then look back up... just in time to see a freaking tarantula sling skitter across the ceiling after the daddy longlegs.

I was out of that shower so quick, you have no idea.

The tarantula is, maybe, the size of a quarter. It looks like it wants some delicious daddy longlegs for dinner. Except daddy longlegs webs aren't nearly sturdy enough to hold a T, even a baby. So it flails all over, trying to get a grip and pull the other arachnid in. By now, I'm getting cold, and annoyed. The little jackass ruined my shower. I hop back in, but stay as far away from him as I can, and keep watch.

The tarantula evidently accepted defeat, because it climbed down off the ceiling, and tried to come into the stall with me... only to realize, too late, that the shower walls are not climbable. I feel there should have been a very tiny "Oh shi--!" as it tumbled into the small crack between the shower and bathroom wall.

I didn't see it again, so I can only assume it found its way back outside where it belongs.

And never tries to get in my house again.

Gah.

...And, for the record, the idiot daddy longlegs needed to be rescued five minutes later. Because they are dumb, and it tried to rappell into my hair.

THIS IS WHY WE CAN'T HAVE NICE THINGS, MARVEL.

Laying in bed, looking at the clock, and realizing that you're not getting to sleep that night.

That just happened.

I have a full 5 hours of class, straight, tomorrow. Three of those are delicate labwork with bacterial cultures.

( ._.)