No loitering

Yesterday morning, I was puttering around my bedroom before leaving for work when I looked out the window to see a teenaged boy outside our building on the sidewalk. He was leaning against the car parked at the curb, just standing. Every time I was by the window for the next 15 minutes, I checked to see if he was still there, and he was, staring at our building. I started to feel creeped out.

Then the weirdest thing happened. He reached inside his coat by his neck and pulled out a wriggling white rat. He held it, letting it crawl back and forth between his hands and then put the rat back into his coat on his shoulder, where the little fellow did a few laps around his neck. He took the rat out a couple more times after that, and the next time I looked out the window, he was gone.

Josh never saw the rat, but he said he locked the front door quite firmly when he left before me.

Football follies

On Black Friday, some people go shopping. Josh and our high school friends play football at the town's rec center fields.

This year, they played for about five hours in the freezing cold. When Josh came to pick me up, he was in so much pain, not from the lactic acid that resulted from all the running, but some moron who was playing too hard.

Normally, they play with the understanding that it's just two-hand touch. This strange guy who showed up for the game wore football gear and cleats, making it easier and safer for him to play rough. Apparently, this guy was so huge and intimidating that some people were afraid of him. At the very end of the game, Josh took the worst hit of the day from this strange guy, landing the hardest on his tailbone and the back of his head.

In the car, Dave and Josh talked about this football crazed moron who didn't realize that he was the only one with the appropriate gear for playing hard. Clearly, this fellow has played a little too much football and taken too many hits to the head, as he has no common sense left at all. A lot of people had issues with the crazy dude, so I asked them if anyone had taken the fellow aside to let him know about their rules. Of course, none of them had spoken to the football nut.

Maybe they were scared of him.

Burger Creepy

Has anyone seen those Burger King commercials with the a guy wearing a king costume complete with plastic mask?

Usually, you see some guy doing his everyday routine and all of a sudden the Burger King appears out of nowhere. If I were the person being surprised by the Burger King, I'd freak out. Wouldn't you freak out if you were pulling up your window blinds and saw the Burger King on the other side of the glass, close enough to fog up your view (if he can breathe through that plastic mask)? Don't even get me started on the guy working on the construction of a high rise building scenario.

Creepy guy with plastic face offering you a meat-normous sandwich with meat, on top of meat, ON TOP OF MEAT!

Scares me enough to make me want to be a vegetarian... almost.

Surprise?

LSAT scores came out a day early.

This whole LSAT business concluded with such an anticlimax. Again, I expected to be relieved that the suspense is over. Now I'm left with a score that leaves my situation uncertain and all the money I'm spending to apply to schools is being gambled away.

Now the fun of applications begins.

You only live once, right?

Eaten Alive

Thanks to Joe's excellent planning regarding the bugs coming out of the woods behind his house, I was eaten alive by mosquitoes. That sucks because I managed to get away with zero bites last summer. Thanks Joe. There are several excellent products (quite affordable) that keep the blood suckers away.

In other news, Josh and I went to see a movie tonight, and as we were walking away from the ticket counter, some guy on my left swung his arm out hard and fast, and punched me in the eye. I screamed and the guy says "I'm sorry, I was just saying hi to my friend." I told him I was okay, and he scooted out of there like his head was on fire. Maybe he was scared that I would sue him. I hope I don't bruise.... Perhaps my Saturdays are quite unlucky, as last Saturday, I was scratched across the neck by my dog, leaving a pleasantly visible mark for me to go to work with on Monday.

Ah, battle scars from the weekend: a black eye and huge mosquito bites.

You try to pickpocket me!

Welcome back. San Francisco was beautiful, except for the homeless people who made walking down the street like running the gauntlet as they stuck their change cups into your face. My last day in San Fran made it easier to come home and miss the city less.

Some ugly little FOB guy accused me of pickpocketing him because one of the five chains he had attached to his wallet punk-style (along with his excessively long haired punk style) got caught on one of the buckles of my bag. I shrugged it off and kept walking and the guy grabbed my arm and accused me of pickpocketing him. (What sane pickpocket would try to take a wallet with five chains attached to it anyways???) I shouted, "You got caught on my bag!" twice, but the only response I got from him was "You try to pickpocket me" as he waved his wallet in my face and "You be careful!!!" as though he was going to spring some kung fu action on me. I think his English wasn't quite up to par as he may not have understood the words "Got caught on my bag".

Of course, I made a mad dash to Barnes and Noble at 10:30 so I could purchase Harry Potter. I thought it wouldn't be so bad trying to get it as the store would be closing in half an hour, but whaddaya know? There was a huge line because people were still trying to get it. I got my copy though :)

What goes up must come down

So the week at work has started well. I'm really tired though, because I'm not used to the 6:15 A.M. wakeup.

Today, I thought I heard a funny noise while I was driving, sort of like a rapid thumping whenever I had my foot on the gas. I couldn't hear it when I opened the window, so I thought I was just going crazy from not sleeping enough.

Then my brother tells me this evening, "Your car's making a funny noise."

Great. When the heck am I going to find time to fix this car?

A slow and painful death

Logic, Reasoning, and Persuasion.... This class was supposed to be an easy A. On the contrary, it is anything but an easy A. First, we have the twenty person minimum group project that got all thirty of us in trouble for cheating, whether we did anything or not. Then there was the professor who was too lazy to give us our four quizzes as scheduled and instead decided to lump three of them into one on the last day of class. Normally, after one of those finals on the last day of class, you breathe easy because the class is over. Not for Logic! Now there's a final paper looming on the horizon. Logic is a slow, and very painful death.