Lists of things missed and not missed

[inmyriadbits]

Bah. I've been needing to update for a while, but first I was Finals!Girl, followed Recluse!Girl alternating with Sleeping!Girl, then TVegetable!Girl, and now my brain is fried from four hours of a deadly boring class to get my TABC (Texas Alcoholic Beverage Commission) Server Certification so I can (hopefully) get a job as a bartender and make more than minimum wage. Yay. Therefore, I give you some little lists rather than complete sentences.


1. The subway system.

2. When awake at 4 in the morning (like I was last night), being able to think "Ooh, ______ would be good right now," and walking a block to the 24-hour grocery or to Tom's or ordering delivery and having it happen.

3. My friends.



1. Homeless people making me feel guilty.

2. Not being able to see the stars.

3. Homework.



1. It's warm.

2. Having RL conversations with Katie as follows:

K: Hope your apple pie is freakin' WORTH it!
L: He has a problem with subordination.

K: Shotgun!
L: *sigh* Fine, I'll take the machete.

K: I have fixed the toilet! *gestures grandly with plunger*
L: I think you have a problem with your brain being missing.

3. Being a complete and utter geek with Katie by marathoning the entire season of Bones in two days (more on this later).

4. Driving fast on the highway.

5. Having conversations with my dad in which, for example, he pontificates about the scientific veracity rogue waves.

6. Ordering Mexican take-out and making margaritas. Mmm.



1. Having to kill giant roaches in my room at 1 in the morning.

2. Mosquitos eating my legs up.

3. My dad analyzing my every emotional response.


More on everything later. I'm tired.

Comments

[researchgrrrl.livejournal.com]

1. Having to kill giant roaches in my room at 1 in the morning.

Those horrible ones roughly the size of a playing card? Oh, yeah. I had to deal with TWO AT THE SAME TIME which was Teh HORROR! enough. However, the mutants were on the wall my apartment bedroom shares with the neighbor's apartment bedroom and I went through hell trying not to give in to the urge to pound those things while they were on that wall with my gianormous Doc Marten at 3 in the morning. Argh. *shudder*

K: Shotgun!
L: *sigh* Fine, I'll take the machete.

Y'all officially win at cracking me up, and get extra points for doing so on a day when I didn't really expect to laugh. AWESOME.

[inmyriadbits.livejournal.com]

Yes, exactly. Re: using a Doc Marten to kill roaches--I've found that using shoes without treads to smash the suckers makes cleaning up much easier, so I usually go after them with my Reef flip-flops. They lack weight, but compensate with a flippiness that makes them more akin to a flyswatter.

The worst is when they're on the wall and then climb down behind the edge of your bed or behind the headboard. I had that happen once; I was just about to go to sleep after working on homework until 3am, and this giant fucking roach crawls to a couple inches below my bedframe on the wall. I couldn't get at it to smash, so I ended up sleeping on Katie's trundle bed because I was too freaked out to sleep in my bed. Equally bad is when they're on the wall and you hit them and they start flying. *shudder*

My older sister had a friend from Buffalo, NY over once. She called us in to check out this "weird big beetle" (read: roach) that was in the bathroom. I couldn't believe she'd never seen a cockroach before, until I only saw one roach my entire time at Barnard. Now I'm trying to get back in the habit of doing things like turning on the light in the kitchen and scanning the floor before stepping inside.

Y'all officially win at cracking me up, and get extra points for doing so on a day when I didn't really expect to laugh.

*beams*
The best thing is, that conversation actually happened, followed by an explanation to our dad about This Fabulous Girl Named Kim and A Drabble She Wrote.