I need one.

And so does Stacie. Why didn't I think of this?! Amazing.

Cadillac commercials

Cadillac, I love you. Would you like to know why? Because you use awesome music in your commercials. First, you used Hum. I love Hum. The song you chose is an amazing one. Then, as I recently found out, you decided to use Justice. Good for you, Cadillac. If I had money, I might actually use the music you have in your commercials to help sway my opinion as to which car to buy. That's awesome. And so are your commercials.

Ice.

I'm sick. And I'm sick of this F-ing weather. I was so happy the other night because I looked around and didn't see any snow. The next day, after waking up and walking into the living room, I greeted Stacie with "What the hell?!" (having seen the freshly fallen snow. It made me angry. On top of that, the temperatures keep going from warm, to cold enough for there to be snow, to a little warmer so it starts melting, to really cold so that the snow that started to melt instantly turns to ice. For the past 5 weeks, I've been walking to school (or should I say skating) constantly having to navigate ice. This is a picture taken with my phone of ice. Basically our entire parking lot is covered in ice. Several inches thick of ice.



SCREW THIS WEATHER. There really is no reason for me to be living in weather like this for the rest of my life. I believe I may have to move to a warmer climate.

OK. That's all.

I remember now.

Do you know how (in my last post) I said I thought there was something I wanted to say? Well, the instant I signed off and left the apartment I remembered. Do you want to know how I remembered? Well, I got in my car, turned it on, and listened to the radio. On the radio was a certain band called Radiohead. Don't know if you've heard of them. Anyway, the second I heard the song, I remembered that that was what I had forgotten to write about. So here it is:

Radiohead is coming to St. Louis! I believe that is the closest show to KC. Anyway, they play on May 14th. From KC, it is about a 4 hour drive. I was extremely excited when I found out, because that is actually a pretty close show, considered to where I've driven before for Radiohead. Yay! So all was well in my world. And then I thought, "Hey! I should make sure that I don't have any finals, because the show is during finals week." I have only one (1) final because my other class does not have a final. This final is from 7:30 -10:00pm. I imagine that you've already figured out what I am going to say. Yes. You're right. My one and only final is the exact night of the only Radiohead concert remotely close to where I live. I'm so upset about it that I haven't even let myself think too much about it yet. The end.

My 100th post!

Yay for me! This is my 100th post. (Not counting all the posts I wrote while on diaryland.com.) Anyway, I think I may throw a party in celebration for myself tonight with a bottle of vodka and a boy named Kenn. Or maybe I'll do homework.

OK, the other night, around 2 30am, I was getting into the shower and found the 2nd cockroach I've found in this apartment. The first was found during the initial cleaning of the apartment before Stacie and I moved in. It was in one of the kitchen drawers and was stuck on its back. (Sucka! That's what you get for being gross.) Anyway, I vacuumed it up, and hoped that I would not see anymore.

You need some background. I've lived basically my entire life surrounded by recluses. For some reason, this doesn't bother me at all. I've woken up with them crawling on me, I've taken baths with them, and I've drank from the same glass (i.e., it was dead in the glass that I was drinking out of). Whenever I find one, I put a cup over it, slide a piece of paper under it, and take it outside. I never kill them, because I believe that I shouldn't. Well, this theory apparently does not apply to cockroaches or house centipedes. Only a small part of me felt bad the other night, when I pulled out the vacuum cleaner once again to suck up that gross (GIGANTIC) cockroach that was in my shower. I don't know why I'm not bothered by something that can poison me, but I am bothered by harmless bugs. EWWW.

I thought there was something else I was going to say, but Stacie and I had a long conversation while I was in the middle of this, and I have since forgot. Happy weekend!!!

Heavy sleeper

Many of you have probably heard about how heavy a sleeper I am. I was also quite aware of it, but had thought having a puppy a few years ago ruined my ability to sleep through anything. Well, last night, that opinion changed.

I went to bed around 1:00 am, thinking I was going to wake up around 8:30ish for school. Instead of waking up to my alarm, I woke up to two sets of knocking. One sounded far away, like on the front door to the apartment, and another sounded closer, like on the door to my room. I'm a little delirious, but I realize that it is all kind of bizarre. I think I rolled over and fell back asleep though. Then I heard more knocking, and I heard Stacie say, "Jennifer. Wake up. It's an emergency." I freaked out. At this point, I thought she was somehow talking through the wall that separates our rooms, trying to warn me that someone was in the hall. I bolted out of bed, threw some clothes on (thinking to myself I need to sleep in more than what I normally do so I can be prepared for things like this), and realized that she was outside my bedroom door. I opened the door, and she says, "Someone has been knocking at our front door for a long time, and I can't tell who it is because he's sitting on the ground. Could it be Kenn?" The second she said that, I thought maybe I should check my phone. Look at my phone and there are about 12 missed calls. Mostly from Kenn, some from Stacie.

At this point you have all stopped panicking and probably have realized it was Kenn. I take my phone and call him as I'm looking out the peep hole. I hear his ring outside, and open the door. Little did he know he was going to be welcomed by two girls who were completely freaked out, one who was wearing curlers (me). So, after he comes inside, and Stacie tells him she had thought about calling the police, he asks why I didn't answer my phone. I said that I turn it to silent when I go to bed. Then he says he had been knocking for probably two hours or so. I tell him that both Stacie (who happens to be half deaf in one ear) and I are heavy sleepers. He has decided never to do that again.

The story is not over though.

After we all calm down, Stacie says something about a fire alarm. She says that a fire alarm was going off for an hour. At first I thought she said it was in a neighboring building, then I realize she said it was in our hallway (of the building, not of our apartment).

Moral of the story: I can sleep through anything. Last night there was some type of noise going on for at least 3 hours straight, and I slept straight through it. Luckily for me and Kenn, Stacie heard it. (I doubt she would have heard the knocking, had she not already been awaken by the fire alarm, by the way.)

Hopefully, I'll be living with someone if ever a fire alarm goes off and I really do need to wake up and escape.

Blah.

I just checked the 10 day weather forecast, and it says we're going to have snow showers 7 out of the next 10 days. Sad. And yesterday it was 70! This does not make me happy.