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This one time, when I was a kid, I had pizza for breakfast and was like, YEEEAAAAHHHH

Today

Today I realized that every time I have participated in a murder mystery party, I have been the murderer....

Katrina You Are not Superwoman

I have a bad tendency to wander outside at night, alone, in not so safe of places. My friends are convinced I am going to get mugged or raped one day. To make sure this doesn't happen, my dad bought me some pepper spray, specifically for use when running.

But I've found that it is a bit counterproductive.

The other night I decided to go jogging for the first time in like, eons. It was night time and I didn't know where I would decide to run around campus, so I brought my handy pepper spray. And I realized, when I wear my jogging pepper spray...

I am invincible.

At least that's what I feel like and so I go down areas I would not usually travel through if I was not wearing pepper spray.

Run away from civilization? That's fine. I have pepper spray.

Veer off down this dark alley? No problem. I have pepper spray.

I realize this is a problem. The pepper spray could even be used against me under certain circumstances.

But that won't happen. Because I have pepper spray.

I Know My Noodle

My college dining hall held a competition about a month ago called the "Know Your Noodle" contest. The premise of the idea was to name all 12 or so pastas on this poster and turn in your guesses in this little box. So naturally, when my friend and I had 30 extra minutes before our next class, we pulled out my laptop and started looking up pictures of noodles. We found pictures matching every thing on the poster, although my friend and I had a disagreement over one of them.

Yeah. We cheated. So what.

We turned in our answers and never heard about it again.

.... That is until yesterday.

I got an email from some lady. And you know what?

I am the Know Your Noodle Contest champion!!

My friend got second place. Ha!

Toady we collected our prizes and they were surprisingly awesome.

You bet your behind that's a giant bag of Cheerios.

He got a tray of pasta boxes and cereals, along with a t-shirt with a close-up picture of a woman sipping spaghetti that said "mmm.... Saucy."

Not gonna lie, kind of jealous.

All in all, probably one of the best contests I've ever competed in.

Things I Hate

RESEARCH PAPERS

Doing RESEARCH for research papers

Setting the time aside to READ BOOKS for research papers

Figuring out what exactly to WRITE ABOUT in my research papers

GATHERING INFORMATION for my research papers

READING BOOKS to GATHER INFORMATION about whatever the hell it is I'm going to WRITE ABOUT over the RESEARCH I'm supposed to have done for my TWELVE PAGE research paper

TWELVE. PAGES.

I hate freakishly long research papers over something I could write about in about four.

But don't worry. I'm not procrastinating.

At the risk of being totally exposed...

My friend Dani messaged me tonight. Which led me to look back on the last conversation we had via facebook chat. And I sent her this message back at the beginning of July which I find kinda funny. Now, this one was a bit personal, so I'm gonna have to edit some parts out. I just really like how I start out telling her I want to empty my soul to her in the form of deep conversation and end up using a popcorn metaphor. I was just starting my job as a Tinsletown concessionist at the time and was working a lot with popcorn and candies and such. Here it is:

Dearest Dani,
Are you back in Beautiful Mountain? I have no idea...thus the question. I'm really really tired (i worked for 9 hours today) but I crave deepness! I wanna like, talk to you. Except I'm afraid you don't care about anything I have to say. Cause it's really stupid, and not like anything you haven't heard before. Whatever. It doesn't exist. I'm making it all up. I'm just kidding. hahahahha! I got you didn't I!? I'm insane!!! Or maybe I'm just really tired. Because that is true. I am really tired. I haven't gotten that cd yet. But I want it! I have your shirt. The blue one. The extra one. I'm so tired. Are you bored? meh meh meh. (annoying orange tongue thing). Maybe I should go to bed now. But I feel like I need to empty my soul. You know what I mean? Like... like when your popcorn is finished popping, and it's just turning around in the big scalding pot, just burning, because no one has come around to pull the lever down yet. And eventually, that popcorn just burns and is no good..... That's actually EXACTLY how I feel. lol. Way to go Tinseltown! Speaking of scalding hot popcorn I burnt the living hell out of myself today. And I have proof! 4 red burn marks (2 on chest, 1 on hand, 1 on leg) AND a bubbly blister (on tummy). Yeah, never underestimate the power of popping popcorn. One kernel got in my shirt. Which was tucked in. It was painful. Ok I'm going to bed now. Good night darling.

Bats and Things

On a warm, Austin night I was returning to my dorm from a student study area.

I was walking across the big patio or whatever that thing is in front of the giant university tower when something small and black caught my eye. At first I figured it was a piece of trash or something, but then on closer inspection I realized it was something quite different.

There. On the ground. Tiny and therefore adorable I spotted a bat. A tiny little bat just chilling on the ground.

What a discovery!

I was so excited about this bat. I was also rather territorial, actually.

I stood in front of it, just standing there, awkward in the middle of this big plaza/patio thing while people just walked on by. I immediately got out my cell phone and started calling people trying to get them to come share my batty experience, still guarding the little thing from random passerby.

Because this was my bat.

No one else was allowed to look at it.

I called people and no one answered. I called my friend from back home just to tell her about what was going on. She didn't seem that impressed. I finally sat down next to the little bat and had to fight the urge to touch it or pick it up. It looked so fun to mess with.

I finally got a hold of one of my friends and was relaying all the bat information when it outstretched one of its wings

Woah! WOAH!! It was exhilarating. It started moving around and so I kinda started freaking out and then... then. It FLEW. Like 5 feet, but it startled me! I imagine the poor thing was injured and that was why it was stranded on the ground in the first place. I eventually left it alone and walked back to my dorm.

I looked for it the next day, just making sure there wasn't any glob of black goo where someone might have stepped on it, but there was nothing.

The mystery of the tower plaza bat continues.