Top Ten: More Things That Are Gross

.... because I thought of some more things that gross me out.

10. When babies throw up on you. But it's gross in an endearing, I-can't-get-very-mad-at-you sort of way.

9. Bugs with skibbly legs and/or inordinately large bodies.

8. When you pull your scotch tape out of the drawer and it has dust and lint and particles of things stuck to it.

7. Grades. You know how I feel about the standardized grading system.

6. Sticky hands. Yes, I know this is the average toddler's natural state. I do not think children are gross, but I clean their hands when they get sticky. Sand, dirt, and germs? More power to 'em. Peanut butter, jam, or any other form of stickiness? A handwashing is forthcoming.

5. Rotten pumpkins. Few things look (or feel) worse than a rotten pumpkin.

4. Pond scum, seaweed, and other slimy forms of marine plant life.

3. Catfish. They eat trash. I don't eat things that eat trash. (Plus, they look gross.)

2. This one synthesizer noise... I don't know what it's called or why I hate it, but it makes me feel physically ill. *shudder*

1. Men in leggings (outside the theater or dance studio, of course).

Bad Blogger

I've been slacking off, but I promise I'll never do it again! At least, not until midterms hit.

So, I've started my last semester of college. I'm taking voice, Chemistry, French, and Math, and I'm not thrilled with any of them (except voice), but it's not my professors' faults. They're all truly brilliant teachers; I just don't want to be here.

And I thought I had senioritis LAST year. Whoo, boy. You have never known senioritis until you're on your ninth and last semester.

In other news: I have another blog now. It's diydanae.blogspot.com, if you're interested. It's mostly (as the name suggests) DIY projects and things like that. I craft almost constantly, and I'm reasonably good at it, so I figured I might as well tell people about it.

In other other news: Mike and I are still going strong, in case you wondered. I am rawther fond of him.

And I guess that's it. It's a rollercoaster of nonstop action around here.

Vacation Recap

I won't recap the ENTIRE vacation. But it was good. Mike and I bummed around the lake for a week with some friends, which was a delight. Here are some things that happened...


TOP TEN: VACATION HIGHLIGHTS

10. Found an acorn, two snail shells, and a pretty rock.

9. Poured a third of my Fiji water down Mike's back on a whim. I don't know what possessed me; I'm so badly behaved.

8. Made some delightful new friends!

7. Ran over a dead deer in Cincinnati. At least, Mike ran over it; I was just in the car. There was dead deer on the bottom of the car for two days.

6. Went to see Frankie :D yaaaaaaaaay!

5. Did 5 - count 'em, 5 - haircuts.

4. Watched Mike fall in the lake trying to start Stirty's boat.

3. Poked a turtle with a reed.

2. Learned how to play Settlers of Catan - I highly recommend it to all fans of boardgames.

1. Mike and I confessed our undying love - *gasp* FINALLY! - on the lake in a boat watching the sunset. Perfect? Um, yes.

Out of Town

... since I have so many dedicated readers who will wonder where I am :P I am leaving for the lake this evening. Yaaaaaaaay!

Vacation or Bust

I am packing for a weeklong trip to the lake with some friends (and my wonderful boyfriend, to whom I shall henceforth refer as "Mad Mike"). Obviously, I'm pretty excited about this.

What I am NOT excited about is packing.

I dislike packing for the following reasons:
1. I can't finish packing my toiletries until the last minute (I mean, hello - toothbrush?), nor can I pack my Bible study stuff until the last available morning, and it upsets me that I can't pack them ahead of time and be done with it. I mean, I COULD pack them early, but then I would be off schedule and my teeth would be grotesque.
2. It makes my room messy.
3. I can never fit everything I want to bring into my suitcase. "Pack light?" What does that mean?

... that being said, I'm sure I'll survive somehow, though Mad Mike will probably make fun of me for packing over 50 pounds of luggage. Quite honestly, I'd make fun of someone who packed that much for a week-long trip, so I don't hold it against him.

Frankie will understand. Probably. Maybe.

Love Never Dies

... and neither does Mr. Webber's talent for absolutely hypnotizing audiences. If you haven't heard the music from Andrew Lloyd Webber's new show "Love Never Dies," you are missing out. You can buy it on iTunes. Just go listen to it. TRUST me.

The Highlight of My Week.

Today I was repeatedly flipped off by an old woman.

Yes, I was.

I was waiting for a gap in traffic, and she pulled up behind me and started blaring her car horn. "Perhaps," I thought, "she just leaned over to retrieve something off of the floor and hit it by accident." Nope. She kept going, and then she threw in the finger. I took the next available space in traffic (which, obviously, I had planned to do anyway), and not only did she follow me, honking and flipping, for two minutes, but she apparently decided I hadn't noticed her yet. So she cut me off, and then proceeded to drive 30 mph, still honking and flipping (and yelling, but I couldn't hear her... which was probably just as well).

So I smiled and gave her a twiddly sort of wave, and cut across three lanes of traffic to an exit she couldn't possibly make in time to follow me.

And then I pulled into a parking lot and laughed until I almost peed myself.