So I go to college in a town that's filled with all kinds of insects and pesky creatures that seem to flock to the dorms on campus. I was downstairs with my friends arround 9:30pm last night chattin it up and avoiding the annoying ass crickets that jump really high in the air and land on your head. I decided it was time to come up to my dorm and get some rest, so I said my goodbyes and came up the stairs. Well once I got inside my dorm and was about to head off to bed, I noticed a famaliar sound in my room. the cricket. I said to my roommate, "oh hell no!" and proceeded to look for him every where in my room, but I couldn't seem to find him! So I went to the living room, and walked twards the kitchen, and the sound only seemed to get louder. So I pressed my ear agienst the wall of my roommates room, and listened really hard. I said, "Jessica, I think the cricket is IN your wall." Then my other roommate who was sitting on the couch said, "sammy? It sounds like the cricket is ON YOU!" This is the moment of Terror when I realized that the cricket was in my hair. All three of us started screaming, and both of my roommates sprinted to their rooms as I violantly shook my hair with both hands, and screamed throughout the entire apartment. The cricket finally jumped to the ground, which made us scream even more, and we killed his ass. But though he's dead, I believe the crickets are trying to send me a message. They are threatening me...telling me that this isn't over, and I am the number one target.

say your Cricket prayers

So I'm in college now, and live in a part of texas that is swarming with all kinds of bugs! The first night I was here, I slept SO well. The bed was pretty comfortable and nothing was too noisy. Well a couple nights in, after turning off the lights one night, and getting all cozy under my covers, I start to hear this slight high pitched noise. It suddanly got faster and faster, and i immediatly knew that I was sharing my room with a cricket. Well i turned on the light to find the noisy bastard but COULD NOT find him. I stood in several parts of my room and concluded that he was noisiest near my closet. So I searched and searched and still couldn't find him. I then proceeded to spray my closet top to boddem with bug spray in hopes of poisioning him, but it of course, did nothing. So for 3 nights, he chirped and chirped and i hadn't slept a wink. Well my roommates family came into town, and i was telling them about the entire ordeal, and the brother volunteered to look for him. So he got a flashlight, and behold the cricket right there near my shoe. So he killed the little jerk and threw the corpse away. Well the night I went to go back to sleep, and as soon as i started to doze off, the chirping happened again. Apparntly the other cricket was just a decoy, and the real master mind is still in there. I WILL find and kill him, and when I do, it'll be sweet victory!

Too lame for words

So my boyfriend and I now live 180 miles apart, and the only way to get any real interaction is to use web cam. The other night, we decided to turn on the web cam and chat for a little bit. So we're chatting it up, and I decide to put my headphones in and listen to a little hiphop! I've got my headphones in, and very quietly start singing, "I've got the magic stick." Well I didn't remember that "windows live messenger" automaticlly turns your mic. on once the web cam is up (if you have a mic built into your computer). So the first couple seconds of my quiet rapping was totally blasted on his end of the web. He started laughing, and I asked him what was so funny. so he replied, "you got the magic stick baby?" I have never felt so lame/stupid in my entire life! All I could tell him was, "you're welcome, you're welcome." Lesson learned.

extreme shrinking!

So I was walking through the house, looking for something to do. I saw that my little brother had left an outfit on the ground for one of his tiny bears, and decided to make a joke out of it. I picked up the tiny pair of overalls and held it beside my waist. I walked up to my sister (who was looking at the computer screen) and asked in a harsh voice, "Tracey! did you put my cloths in the dryer again??" She said back harshly "NO I didnt! i didnt touch your cloths!" so I put a scowl on my face and held up the tiny overalls as I said, "then explain this!" haha. she cracked up, I cracked up, it was a good moment.

knock knock, shut up!

So I live in this old red brick house that has no central air. In my room ( the attic ) my sister and i share, we have a wondow air conditioner. This air conditioner for whatever unknown reason, makes a knocking sound about every 2 minutes. Well once you FINALLY ignore this sound long enough to go to sleep, you forget about the sound when waking up. Well this morning I woke up to my little brothers stomping arround downstairs and giggeling beyond control. I was in this sort of half asleep daze when i heard my air conditioner start to knock. I laid in bed thinking, "why isn't my mom getting the door?" Then as I laid there for a bit longer, and the knocking persisted I started to think, "who the hell is knocking at the door for 5 minutes? SHUT UP!" It wasn't untill i put on my robe, and started to head downstairs angerly that I realized it was my horrible air conditioner. I felt bad for yelling at the invisible person knocking at my door. And as I tried to go back to sleep, that person kept knocking...and knocking...and knocking...damn it.