oh shoot.

Last night I went to Steph Bloomendaal's house to hang out. Cal Henderson was there. He had a Nerf/dart gun of sorts and was shooting everyone else with it for at least an hour straight. So finally Steph and I got out her airsoft gun and were going to go shoot him with it, but he caught wind of our idea and ran away. Baby. So I had this loaded pellet gun and sat down on the couch... and I wondered how much those things hurt anyway. So I asked. Matt said "depends how many layers you're wearing and how loose your clothes are." I looked down at my leg which I had crossed man-style and thought 'it can't be that bad. I have two layers on, one of them being jeans and the bottom of my pants are loose.' So I shot my calf. Barely felt it. I said "That didn't hurt at all!" Matt said "shoot your thigh." So I did. "That didn't- OH MY GOODNESS, THAT STINGS LIKE A MOTHER!!!"

Today I woke up with a nice little pellet-sized welt on my thigh...

laughing out loud

I hate having great stories I'm not allowed to tell. But I guess it's okay when a revised and acceptable version also exists and is entertaining enough.
Hey, let me tell you a story... there's no other version... really... :S

Prestory: setting = El Paso (big city where blondes are probably the minority)

So my Dad and Larissa (my 11 yr old sister) wanted to go play tennis, so they started biking to the park. They had to cross the street (maybe a somewhat large street?) at some point, so Larissa, who was behind my dad at the time, crossed over, but Dad didn't see. He also didn't see her ride up ahead of him on the other side of the street. So when he looked back to check on her and did not see her anywhere, he turned his bike right around and booked it home. Larissa saw him doing all this and tried to get his attention, waving her arms and screaming at him "Dad, Dad! I'm right here!" but he didn't hear her. So when he got home he burst through the door yelling "Pat! [my mom] Pat call 911! She vanished!!" Now you have to understand something - Dad is a reasonable/rational man. He is not usually the type to worry and jump to such awful conclusions so quick. Mom is. She also knows how Dad is. So if Dad says call 911, I can only imagine how Mom's heart must have jumped. She immediately got on the phone calling the police and Dad went back out to look again! Of course in the mean time Larissa had followed Dad back home, though she couldn't keep up, and Dad found her on his second search and there were probably lots of hugs and tears and sighs of relief all around, minus Larissa who just gave a sort of sheepish half-smile/shrug and said "I couldn't help it."

I know this must have been a horrible experience, especially for Mom who was really given no context as to what happened, just told to call the cops! So when Mom told me about this, I felt a bad. ...for about two seconds, and then that empathy gave way to EXTREME amusement! :) I know, I'm a horrible person and I shall rot in hell for this, but as Mom was telling me what happened, I laughed right out loud for almost a whole minute!

oh boy.

Today one of my classes got moved to the computer lab on the third floor of the campus center. I got there a bit early and decided to try to do something with my crazy mass of previously-braided-and-now-crimpy-as-hell hair, so I went to the bathroom to use the mirror. After fussing with my hair for about five minutes (a completely worthless endeavor, btw) I spotted something in the corner of the mirror. "What's that behind me? A urinal?!! crap."

Ggrrrrrrr!!!

In email received last night from "James Mahaffy":

Fellow Zoologists,

I have caught something over the weekend and don't believe I will be able to have class on Monday. Hopefully I don't have what our Brother Anton had.

We will pick up Monday's material on Wednesday.

Peace
JFM

So I thought to myself - "self, good thing I got this now and not in the morning after getting up at 7.25am. Now I can sleep in another two hours. Hooray!"

Then today, on my way to the Humble Bean, who do I see but Mahaffy! So I go up to him and smilingly say, "say, aren't you sick?" (silent pause) "Well, I'm glad you're feeling better?"
(Deadliest glare ever seen on the face of a usually jolly professor!!)
"I didn't send that email," he finally said.
"Oh." (another awkward silence)

Then *click* it dawns on me that not only was the email an elaborate hoax, but Mahaffy seems to think the silly grin on my face moments before, when I asked him about being sick, is an indication that I might be the one responsible for it. (oh boy...)

Apparently Mahaffy went to class this morning and only two people showed up for class, probably the only two who didn't check their mail last night...

Email received this afternoon from "James Mahaffy":

Folks,

Just a note to let you know that we really need to make up the lecture that was missed because someone fraudulently sent out a canceled class message.

Plan on starting the next three Zoology classes at 7:45 AM sharp.

Those f***ers!! so mature....

The good times strike again!

This weekend has been and should continue to be super awesome! I have no work this weekend, aside from the two hours of cleaning I did today, and no homework due Monday and only minimal homework for Tuesday so I've decided to take a complete break this weekend and am resolved to do absolutely no homework. Well, maybe with the minor exception of possibly looking over some zoology lab stuff for my quiz on Thursday (I'm that scared!), but otherwise this weekend is devoted purely to good times and relaxation. So yesterday a group of 12 of us girls went out to LeMaars for ice cream! Then we came home and played read my lips and some other games. Then we watched some old episodes of Gilmore Girls. And yes, I enjoyed it! In fact, last night was probably the most nonalcoholic fun I've had all school year!
Today I worked out with some of my roommates. I did squats with 45lbs on my neck and I'll probably be immobile tomorrow... but I feel quite good about myself at the moment. :)
Tonight I'm going to a special comedy leagueish even with a guest professional (?) group from Omaha, so hopefully it will be good. Afterwards there's an OJK, the Benedict Affair, and Nick Engbers concert. And after that a cake and dance party in west hall.
Then tomorrow after church I'm eating lunch with my new "host parents" from Covenant church. Then I'm watching a movie with Sara Hulstien who is awesome beyond all reason! And then I can come home to a delicious home-made meal, thanks to my roommate Sarah Sparks.
This is the kind of stuff I've been missing a lot lately! Good chillin times with good girl friends. I don't think I realized until just lately how much I miss having Amanda to go bug whenever I'm bored, or to talk to when I'm having a bad day. But I do.

Well, Alvin, I think mooching for a whole semester might get old, no matter how ridiculously good looking I am. Unless instead of smiling sweetly, I bake them brownies or something. :) Hehee. Actually, I bought a new book online for $50, correct version this time lets hope!, and while I wait for it I am just swallowing my pride and borrowing the book guys' book. And heck, I may even bake them brownies anyway as a thank you. And to get them to all fight over me. psh!

Tomorrow I have such a busy day, I wrote myself an hour by hour schedule! First time in my life I've done that and I feel like such a control freak, but I was worried I'd forget something or fall asleep somewhere or something!

One of my roommates is teaching swim lessons twice a week and she asked if she could show up early to swim laps with a friend or two. They said fine, so today I went swimming for an hour. Or maybe half hour. And then sat in the hot tub. And then walked a veeeeery cold walk home!! My hair froze.

poop.

I am taking algebra this semester. I bought the book online for $54 on Amazon. While waiting for it to arrive I had been borrowing a book from the guys who live below me. At least three of them are in my class and I know them sort of. Just names mostly. Anyway, so I feel a bit weird going down there to borrow the book, but oh well, it was only for a week, right? Any longer and they might start to get annoyed...
Anyway, Friday I got an email saying a package arrived for me. Today I picked it up and yes, it was a textbook! So I excitedly opened it and decided I would start my next assignment right away! But then, to my complete and utter dismay, I realized I bought the wrong edition. I needed the 7th, not 8th. Amazon never told me I was buying the 8th edition. It just said the year of the book and I stupidly assumed since it was new enough and professors tend to use newer editions, it must be the right one... The good news is I can most likely sell it to the book store at the end of this semester. (I may even get more for it than I paid.) The bad news is, it will cost me $81 to buy the right one in the bookstore used, IF they even have it. It's $128 new. I could look online for it, but then I'd have to borrow the guys book for another week or two. SHIT! And the worse news is, I don't even know if I have $128 right now.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGG!!!!!!!!!

I just got an issue of the Paste magazine and it came with a sample CD inside. I'm listening to it now and generally I like it. Hopefully this will broaden the scope of music known to me. I like finding new stuff. Like Sydney Wayser and Doug Burr. Granted, there's only one song from each on the CD but I like them.

School's much busier this semester. I hope I can keep up. Plus, work is a lot busier this semester. Some of it I don't care if I can keep up. Though the money is nice.

I hate forgetting stuff. When I was unpacking I realized I forgot three sweaters at Grandma's. I just bought them last semester too! How disappointing.

This weekend is looking to be pretty nice. :) I guess all in all, life is pretty good right now.

back in a flash

I'm back in Grand Rapids after a much better (perhaps the best?) flight experience.
Yesterday I hung out with Eric and Clayton. Watched a western film. While I was out it started snowing very wet slushy snow. Was slippery on the way home. We litterally came within an inch of hitting someone on East Beltline because they spun out in front of us and we almost couldn't stop. Crazy. So I, being the innexperience winter driver, decided it was best not to go home to Grandma's, so I spent the night on the couch of the dear DeJong family. Turns out it was actually more convenient anyway, because I had a dentist appointment at 8am in that area anyway, so it saved me the extra trip. :)
The dentist appointment went well. $40 for a good cleaning, flouride, and x-rays. And I was told I have great clean teeth. No cavities. Nice to hear. Now my mouth feels all funny though, and they put some strawberry flavored flouride on my teeth which is making me hungry and I salivated all the way home... gross.
Monday it's back to Dordt for me. I better buy my books. Poo.