Rule and Laws

There are a lot of rules and laws that are around just for people who don't have a brain and I think that those of us who aren't complete bricks should not have to follow them. J-walking for example... Clearly no sane person wants to get hit by a car and it is pretty obvious whether or not you should cross the street based on a simple glance both ways. This said, the only people who the law should apply to are the crazy people who want to get hit and the dumb people who are unable to figure out that a car is coming. So that law is completely unreasonable and I choose not to follow it.

Here are some other things that I would like to decide for myself instead of having a rule about them:

-The speed at which I drive my car

-Where I park my car (I promise it won't be in the middle of the street)

- The time at which I arrive to class (I will get there when I am ready)

- The time at which I leave class (I will leave when the subject is no longer of interest)

- Number of people or pets living in a rental house

- Where I chain up my bike

Here is a list of real laws that exist and are funny: HAHA

Dumb Goat

Click to see a really dumb goat!

So, we have yet to find a single dead mouse in our house... but we did find a very alive one tonight! The thing was really fat and slow because it had been feasting on our food for weeks. Clearly the traps and the rat poison are super effective.

To get rid of it, we first stood at the top of the stairs looking at it and shrieking for a bit and then, when this failed, we started trying more aggressive pursuit. Kathryn thought it was a good idea to put poison directly in her hand and throw it at the mouse. The box says if the poison touches your skin you need to rinse for 15-20 minutes. Idiot. Also, poison doesn't work the instant the mouse touches it... they have to eat it and then they die a few days later making it completely useless to just throw it at the mouse. Anyways, Jackie was brave and went down and trapped it in a box and then we ran outside and released it across the street. Sick. I hope it doesn't have too many friends living here.

Will You Make A Can Phone With Us?

Tonight we met our neighbors without ever speaking a word to them. It started out by us shooting their windows with a pellet gun and developed into a much friendlier activity.

When we started shooting them, they closed their blinds so we couldn't see them. This meant we had to aim the laser sight through a gap in the blinds to annoy them further. Just when we thought the game was over and that the neighbors were no fun, the blinds opened to reveal a target they had kindly made for us and taped to the window!

After shooting the target a few times we decided more fun was necessary. We made a sign that read: "Will you make a can phone with us?" and shined a flashlight on it so they could read it.

The guys wanted to do it but the can they found was fumbled out the window to the yard below. We were more careful with ours but we still didn't have string. Our next sign said: "We need string."

Sadly neither house had string. Our final sign was a frowny face. Ah well. Maybe another night.

Home Alone: Pros and Cons

I have had the house to myself for 3 days. I have discovered that it is nice sometimes but I definitely prefer having roommates.

Pros:

- I can be really weird (even more than usual)

- I know now that if I live alone I will become a crazy cat lady. I have had numerous discussions with my cat, Sgt. Pepper

- Nakedness is now acceptable but according to Sgt. Pepper, not preferable

- I can be really loud and messy -- though I haven't quite taken advantage of this yet

- No distractions so I can do ALL my homework. HAHAHAHA like that will happen...

Cons:

- The mice are going to kill me because there are more of them in the house then there are people

- I have to call my mom when I check the traps for mice carcasses so that I don't have to do it alone

- It is waaaayyy to quiet

- Alissa's ADHD self and Kathryn's non stop woman dramas aren't here to entertain

- No Jackie dino noises and cuddlekins

- I have to be responsible for stuff (like calling about the gas leak, calling about the mice, calling about the stove not working...which I haven't done yet, buying trash bags, locking the doors at night). So difficult.

Well, thats all I can think of right now. Everyone is coming back tomorrow!!!!!

My House Might Fall Down

1) As soon as I entered my house after returning from spring break, I was greeted by the oder of gas. My roommate Kathryn said she had smelled it since the night before when she had returned. We called the gas company and they sent someone out to investigate and recommended that we wait outside for them to arrive. It turned out that we had a major gas leak downstairs and that in order for us to smell it on the main level it had to first fill the entire basement. This meant that it had been happening for a while which is apparently really dangerous. Well, we lived.

2) After shopping for groceries I noticed a couple little black balls that resembled mouse turds in my cupboard. I decided that having mice would suck and so they could not possibly be poop or if they were it was from a long time ago. I ignored them and put away all my groceries. Well, today when I opened they cupboard, a shower of tortilla shells and plastic rained down and it was clear that mice had gnawed through and ruined my hopes of making burritos for lunch. They also left a bunch more little black feces everywhere. As I investigated further, the cupboard above was coated with poop and oatmeal which they had clearly been living off of for some time. I then entered panic mode where every sound was a mouse creeping up on me and every itch was one crawling on me. At this point, my worthless cat Pepper snuck up behind me and rubbed his tail on my leg. I just about died. I then yelled at him for not killing the mice. I fully expect to be killed by mice in my sleep tonight.

3) It is St. Patty's Day and I am part Irish. Yay.

Thankathon

So, I volunteered for a "thankathon" where you call up a bunch of scholarship donors and bother them during dinner and say thanks for donating to the U of I engineering program. It turns out I was the only one who volunteered, so the organizers of the event decided to have about 30 engineering student ambassadors (whatever that is...) pick up the slack.

Anyways, I got there late because of class and they had pizza there for us. After grabbing a couple slices I went to a seat and started cramming food in my mouth so I could finish before we had to start making calls. The woman in charge then announced that everyone there knew each other from the ambassador thing except for me so everyone should go around the room and introduce themselves... to me. I of coarse had a mouthful of pizza crust and could only say "hih djoopswenk, dnjaiwdpb." One by one, all thirty of the engineers turned towards me and introduced themselves. Awkward...

Also, I called about 20 people and mostly I just left messages on answering machines but the ones who I did get on the phone were far from thrilled to be bothered. Here is one of them: