Wall Squirrels?

From time to time, I think something gets stuck in our leaving room/kitchen walls. We'll hear a little scratching going on, a little rustling. Last night/ very early this morning I was just passing through to get my nightly glass of water and turn the lights off when I heard such sounds. It nearly scared the crap out of me at first. I thought someone was trying to break in or something. But then upon closer inspection of direction of sound and memory I remembered this happening before. My parents suggested a squirrel got caught in the walls somehow or... something.

I may never know. But if one day the house gets bulldozed down and the workers find a ton of dead squirrels, my family is going to look pretty suspicious.

Whatever. I'm kind of just saying this because I don't want to fold these clothes.

The Garage Door Failure

Today was pretty unextraordinary with a few memorable occurrences.

I saw a movie unextraordinary

Went to taco bell unextraoridinary

Was nice to the guy at the drive thru window unextraordinary

Got a surprise free bag of cinnamon twists memorable

Almost played in the rain but didn't unextraordinary

Got the car out of the garage to go to Barnes and Noble most memorable experience of day

All i wanted to do was go to Barnes and Noble so i could have a nice atmosphere to do my punnett square biology homework. I get in my car (which was in the garage because it's raining very hard) and notice 'crap, I forgot to open the garage with the wall thingy. Oh well, I'll just press my garage opener in the car.' I press it once, absent-mindedly glance in the rear-view mirror to make sure it worked and glance away to do something else for a short time. Thinking the door must surely be up by then, I proceed to back out.

CRASH

Of course. Bad idea. I press the button again and the door creaks and moans as it goes all the way up. Sort of. I park my car in the driveway, in the pouring rain and inspect the stupid damage I managed to cause.

The door would not close. Shit! I couldn't just leave the stupid garage door open while it's pouring rain at night as my house is unguarded. Not to mention the stupid thing is broken and can never be closed again! So I go to work. The door is bent a little. So I try to pull it down, running back and forth between door and wall button to see the progress or lack thereof. After standing in front of it in dismay for a couple of minutes I notice the bolt that connects the wheel thing to the door so it can move up and down is out of place. I found the problem!

I go to it and wiggle it around, trying to put it back in the hole it broke loose of. No budge. I put the door as far up as it will go and get a ladder and some tool thing that I used for a hammer. Using my womanly intellect I managed to hit the thing out of place and then slam it back to proper position.

Success!! It worked! The door closed! I was very proud of myself for fixing the thing I so stupidly messed up in the first place. As I was just about to leave, my dad pulls up in the driveway and notices the door. I explain the whole shindig really quickly and tell him where I was planning to go. He says I shouldn't go anywhere because of the bad weather....

All of that. That ENTIRE struggle just to be told not to go anywhere??

I went anyway. And at that point I really could have gladly stayed home. But after everything I just did I was not about to just go back inside to have a whole 20 minutes of struggle and life wasted.

I went to Barnes and Noble for a good 30 minutes and did my stupid punnett squares unextraordinary

Middle Aged People

I always find it weird to think of them as anything but. I just have this misconception that once you hit 30 your whole personality changes, along with your behavior and attitude. Like all middle aged people are boring and emotionless and go through the motions of daily routines with out a trace of anything exciting to be found. On every day, unremarkable occasions I am reminded that middle aged people (heck, even old people!) were once young, like me. And that one day, I am going to be a middle aged or old person having some young whipper-snapper think the same thing about me as I think about them now. And I don't like that at all! Today at the gym this middle aged woman was chattin it up with some middle aged men. And it was just so... weird! There they were, in their natural habitat, giggling, and...dare I say... FLIRTING. The woman was alluding to the famous Legally Blond line of the "bend and snap," demonstrating while laughing to herself. However she kept saying lean or something instead of bend and I almost walked over to her so I could correct her. BEND and snap, lady, BEND. It was just a very interesting sight to see; this not so youthful woman bending and snapping with these not so youthful men and they giggled together and continued talking about whatever it is older people talk about. Don't get me wrong, they did not look bad for their age or anything, but still. I have to keep reminding myself peoples' personalities don't change as they get older. Not really at least. Just their body.

Unless they get surgery or something.