Archive for ‘weird happenings’

January 4th, 2010

while we were sleeping

Something miraculous must have happened during the night, because today Jonah seems to be doing much better. I changed his water once more last night before we went to bed, and today Jonah is swimming around and blowing bubbles. He even has a little bit of his color back! He’s not as energetic as usual, but maybe with time.

Jonah went back to most of  his old ways: getting mad at anything pink or white, proudly showing off his bubbles when I walk by, rolling his uneaten food into a ball and pushing it to the side, ramming his head into the side of his bowl.

It’s possible that I was too quick to wish him luck in his fishy afterlife, he’s decided to stick around a little longer.

November 11th, 2009

covert ops

The fire alarm is going off in the library right now. I’m in the library. I realize that fire alarms are here to keep us safe, but this is the fourth time this semester that the fire alarm has gone off at the library while I was inside. Fourth. Fire alarms are becoming a lot like car alarms. No one actually thinks a car is being stolen or broken into when they hear a car alarm, they just get annoyed. I don’t actually think there’s a fire, but I’ll go stand outside in the cold anyway (mostly because library personnel is making me). I guess I could go hide in the bathroom…

UPDATE: Over the last few days, I’ve seen some suspicious behavior leading me to develop a theory: we’re surrounded by spies.

My evidence: While I was standing outside in the cold with everyone else who was in the library, I noticed a school security officer talking into his walkie-talkie strapped to his shoulder and runing into the library basement, chased by a man dressed in all grey. Obviously the security officer is just a security officer, but who is the guy dressed in all grey? Clearly, he’s the spy who caused the fire alarm crisis (I think he’s actually the head custodian, but work with me).

This morning on our way to campus, Matt saw a man out in a field look around to make sure no one was looking (Matt was), and tip over a bucket with nasty green stuff inside. Maybe he’s a spy trying to live undercover in suberbia (in my favorite house on the block, no less).

On Wednesday, while Matt and I were waiting in the hall for our class to start, a young man who is running in the student election walked up to his own poster, looked around to see if anyone was watching (you bet Iwas), lifted up the poster, and took something that was hidden behind it. Clearly he’s a spy running in the election hoping to thwart the all-powerful student governement.

November 7th, 2009

supreme excitement

Last night Matt and I went to the student gallery opening for the art department on campus. The general idea, as I understand it, is that students submit their work to a panel of teachers who decide which pieces will be showcased in the gallery for all to see and admire. I wasn’t planning on attending since I didn’t know of it’s existence, but when I found out that it did exist, I wanted to go because I like art.

Anyway, to the exciting part. Remember this one time when I modeled for an art class? Well, I found out just before walking into the gallery that pictures of me were chosen to be displayed.

This excited/excites me greatly. I know it wasn’t because of my talent as a model that got the picture displayed, but there is something exciting about pictures of you being displayed in an art gallery. It makes me feel like I have a shot at a modeling career.

trying to re-create the "Othello" pose

One of the drawings chosen for the gallery was drawn by the troubled artist who threatened to stab me in the eye. I found it ironic that he titled his drawing Othello. His drawing of me also won third place in the division. Go me (yes, I’m taking partial credit).

I liked the other drawing more personally (because I look less like a monkey), but it didn’t win anything so I guess it shows how much I actually know about art.

I’m going to tell everyone that I’m in the gallery out of some sort of misplaced pride I feel in seeing my face hanging on the wall. It makes me feel famous and beautiful.

Another exciting thing about the gallery is that I discovered several pieces done by students I know, particularly one by Emily. I got all excited seeing her illustration on the wall because I had seen the process she went through when illustrating it. This also made me feel famous.

PRESENTLY: Right this second I’m sitting next to someone in the computer lab whom I detest. I’m glad I look relatively cute today. I like looking good in the presence of people I detest.

This is quite possibly the most vain and prideful thing I’ve ever written. I’m going to have to find a sick animal to care for or something to make up for it.

October 21st, 2009

evidence of exhaustion or insanity?

Some occurrences over the last week have me wondering if I should be allowed to drive:

Being a student for quite some time now, I thought I had the routine down. I have been thinking wrong. Last Friday I walked into my lit class with only a pen and my essay; no paper for notes and no recently read novel to refer to during discussion. Paper and novel are the staples of my major. I took notes on my bookmark which, ironically, I had with me instead of the book it goes with. I think my notes on my bookmark (which happens to be a coupon to the bookstore) are kind of entertaining to read.

While taking notes in a different class Monday afternoon, I misspelled a few words that I never misspell: “earch” (earth), “coarch” (coach). I also wrote down some words/phrases that I have no idea what mean in the context of our class discussion: “hose keeping,” “sine,” “keep governments to keep,” “nalf,” “irrmeaburably.” I have no idea what “nalf” or “irrmeaburbably” even mean.

The date I wrote on my paper yesterday: 20 Feb 2006. I have no idea why I went back three years…or the significance of February suddenly.

I wonder if the bookstore will still let me use my coupon…



October 16th, 2009

[with brows furrowed]

I hung my brown towel after using it today and noticed a bleach spot. This confuses me. When I wash towels, I wash them all together, without bleach.

I just switched a load of blue towels from the washer to the dryer and noticed another bleach spot on a blue towel. I have no idea how it got there.

The facts:

The brown towels were washed several loads before the blue towels.

I rarely use bleach.

I haven’t used bleach in quite some time.

No other items had bleach spots on them, only one brown towel and one blue towel in their separate loads.

I’m managing to ruin our towels one at a time.

I’m confused.