mood: 
I actually talked in American Government today. Politics class is not my favorite, but we were discussing polls. And. the statistics for those are the same as experiments. So.
A scary thing was under the window in my dorm room today. Like a millipede, only not. It had a long roachish body and red legs. The legs at the back of the thing are much longer than the others, giving it the appearance of a spider at one end. *buhh* I took it to my CA and asked for Raid. Not to kill the one I had, but to prevent more. Now it's in a plastic container outside my door so I can scare more people with it.
We told drunk people stories at dinner in the dining hall. I shared one my father told about his coworker: A group of guys got really drunk. One individual was more intoxicated than the others and decided he wanted to barbecue a goat. (These people are rednecks.) So, they go and get a goat from the yard; kill and skin it. They are ready to barbecue. Then one guy speaks up and says, "This goat won't barbecue. It don't have no fat on it." So, these motherfuckers staple bacon to the goat. All over. With an industrial stapler. And they proceeded to cook and eat of it.
I don't know if they took the staples out first.
I actually talked in American Government today. Politics class is not my favorite, but we were discussing polls. And. the statistics for those are the same as experiments. So.
A scary thing was under the window in my dorm room today. Like a millipede, only not. It had a long roachish body and red legs. The legs at the back of the thing are much longer than the others, giving it the appearance of a spider at one end. *buhh* I took it to my CA and asked for Raid. Not to kill the one I had, but to prevent more. Now it's in a plastic container outside my door so I can scare more people with it.
We told drunk people stories at dinner in the dining hall. I shared one my father told about his coworker: A group of guys got really drunk. One individual was more intoxicated than the others and decided he wanted to barbecue a goat. (These people are rednecks.) So, they go and get a goat from the yard; kill and skin it. They are ready to barbecue. Then one guy speaks up and says, "This goat won't barbecue. It don't have no fat on it." So, these motherfuckers staple bacon to the goat. All over. With an industrial stapler. And they proceeded to cook and eat of it.
I don't know if they took the staples out first.
i'm glad you got raid! even though big milipedes are scary
i hope youre doing super well, i dont think your comment in my journal worked, it just had two words... but i dont know it might have been a two word post
*mpwas*