New Orleans

So much for resting easy...

There is another R.O.U.S. in my house.

::sigh::

I'm really tired. I really, really am.

The good news in all of this, is that if I ever actually succeed in getting rid of the possums that invade my home, I wont be so scared of mice anymore. Or spiders.

HOWEVER, I would still be scared of roaches. Because they're just nasty.

The Opossum, my roommate...

Hey y'all! So, the last few nights, I have slept in my sister's room in my parents house because this guy decided to moved in.

I hate possums. I HATE THEM.

My dad bought the loverly trap you see the possum sitting in. Now I think I can finally rest easy in my new place.

Once I get used to AC Slater purring at me.

Poor Slater

I have a cat now. He's adorable. He's named AC Slater. He's afraid of possums.

And so am I. So am I.

Arrrrrrgh

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I dont live alone...

At a few minutes before 3:30 this morning, I woke up to Darbie rustling around with the garbage bags. I thought, "man, what is Darbie doing awake so late?" then I started drifting back off to sleep.

A few seconds later, I woke up again and thought "I dont live with Darbie!"

But the rustling continued. So I sat there in my bed at 3 freakin 30 in the morning and fretted. I turned my alarm clock on, so the URO (unitentified rustling object) would get scared and either a) run away from Oregon forever or b) die of fright. Sadly, neither worked. And the rustling continued.

I got out of bed then, and stomped my feet. The rustling finally stopped, so I tried to go back to sleep. And it actually worked for a few minutes. Then the scratching began. I dont know what the URO was doing, or why. But it freaked me out. So I got up, came to my parents house, grabbed the Murphy dog, and ran back with Murphy.

I let Murphy loose in the kitchen, telling him to kill anything that moved. He walked straight over to Betty's cage. Sniffed the cage a bit. Then walked over to my garbage bag on the floor. Sniffed some more.

He really is really really really slow. Then he walked over to one of the cabinets. Sniffed. Then walked over to Betty again. Sniffed. Then walked over to me and sat on my feet.

I kind of gave up then. I kind of sighed a little, knowing I'm going to be very tired today. I turned around to walk back to my parents place, but before I left my house, I saw the whole in the garbage bag....

My name is Melissa, and I live with a mouse.

Dreams

Last night I had a dream that I was trying to fall asleep in a cot in this weird hallway place. Across from me, Lindsay (my sis) was also trying to fall asleep. Then the door swung wide open, and this really really really old lady came shuffling in, wearing full old-lady get-up (red and white polka dot dress, loafers, straw hat with flowers, hang bag...), and walked up to this cabinet and told the cabinet, "I request you to make a steak for me tonight" and then turned around and walked out.

Then she came back in REALLY fast and threw herself on the floor between mine and Lindsay's cots and screamed "I dont like floors, I dont like floors!"

Then I got up, packed up some bags, went to an airport, ran in to Jon Heder (best known for his work in Napoleon Dynomite) and told him about the crazy lady.

Then Jon Heder laughed.

Then I woke up. And now I'm working.

This Last Weekend

I had my 21 mile bench mark this weekend past. Three weeks until the marathon! I cant wait for all of this to be over. I shall reclaim my lazy Saturday mornings! I wont feel guilty about going out on a Friday night for the first time in SIX MONTHS! VICTORY WILL BE MINE!!!!

Also, this weekend, I was cleaning the windows at the house. This house that I'm staying at hasn't been lived in for, like, over two years, so there are a plethora of dead flies and other various sorts of dead insects at the window sills. My favorite kind, actually. Dead. I wish they were all dead! Everywhere!! Mwa hahahahahahahaha (I hate you so bad flies...). Anyhoo, as I was saying, dead flies (teehee) at the window sill, I was cleaning them up. I noticed one white bug that looked an awful lot like a fly, but white... After closer inspection, I found that it was a BEE. A dead ALBINO BEE. What are the chances?! This has to be either good or bad luck. Or a sign. Or just another dead albino bee. I dunno.

And then (even more shocking than me being able to walk 21 miles without falling over dead, or dead albino bees hanging out at my crib) this weekend, I cleaned my car. Yes. My car. Is. Clean.

Or, actually, it was clean yesterday. Some dumbass wild critter walked all over my car last night. It has got weird foot prints all over it. I'm going to adopt a cat next weekend (parent orders) and have that cat kill the wild critter that messed up the beauty that was once my clean car...

Portland Spirit

Here's a picture for you all. This is The Lovely and Newly Engaged Jenifer, Lisa (who was wearing a really pretty and flattering shirt that you cant see in the picture), and drunk me aboard the Portland Spirit.

A night I shall never forget.... ;o)

Hello, how are ya? Wont you tell me your name...

After a LOT of thought and consideration, I've decided that Highway 26 (both west and east) is my FAVORITE HIGHWAY E-V-E-R. I'm so glad that its been added on to my commute to and from work now.

I'm going to go to church this weekend, and light a candle for highway 26. Even though my church isnt a Catholic church. I'll just bring along some candles and insense. And matches. And then when the Pastor is droning on about something-or-other, I shall light the candle. Then I'll speak in tongues. And what I'll be saying in tongues, is that I love highway 26. I'll be thanking God for highway 26. Like Tom Cruise thanks Ron L. Whats-it for Kate Holmes.

Then, I'll drive home using highway 26, and die in a fiery crash, because highway 26 is impossible to drive on.

George Bush does not care about Highway 26.

"George Bush does not care about black people"

They edited Mike Meyers and Kayne West from the west coast feed of the Hurricane Relief telethon. LAME. It's so funny.

http://www.crooksandliars.com/2005/09/02.html

There you have it, now us west coasters can make fun of Kayne West and Mike Meyers along with the rest of the country!!

New Month

I've spent the last two days moving out of my apartment with Darbie. I worked my ass off (and when I say I worked my ass off, I meant it figuratively, not literally, as my ass is still a HUGE part of me, and I'm sure will remain a HUGE part of me forever and ever and ever). The apartment is now sparkly clean and empty.

I've had problems sleeping at nights at my parents place. It's dark as hell over there. AND quiet as hell. I never thought I would miss my neighbors, and their cat, and the train, the neighborhood skater kids, all the cars, the sirens, and the smokers outside my window so much. But I do miss them. When I do finally fall asleep, it seems two minutes later, Murphy wakes up and wants breakfast, or to go outside, or my dad. He barks, and yawns, and whines. ARG MURPHY!!!

So, I'm tired, cranky, bruised, sore, beaten down. And yet, there is no place I'd rather be than right here at my desk. It's the only familar place I know. It's like home. And when all is said and done, at least I have a place where I am comfortable. I feel TERRIBLE for the people down south right now. I swear, I cry every time I watch the news...

Ok, I'm going to try to hunt down some headache medicine now....