Bugs
I’m not really scared of bugs. I don’t particularly like them, but as long as they stay in their space (outside) and stay out of my space (inside) we can live peacefully together. This being said, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to forgive Noah for bringing mosquitoes on to the Arc.
It was really HOT a few days ago. It was uncomfortably warm as soon as the sun came up in the morning (I woke up sweating, ICK!). It was officially hot by the afternoon (I sweat all through work, YUCK!). It was unbearably hot in the evening (I was sick of sweating at this point, BLAH!). So I turned on my air-conditioning when I got home from work.
This was the first time I had turned it on since moving in last August. I’ve found that opening up a select few windows and placing a fan in the exact right place will move the air around and keep my apartment nice and cool. Some nights, it's even chilly by the time I go to bed.
Except for this particular unbearably hot evening, with not even a whisper of a hot breeze through the trees. That night my apartment was hotter than Brad Pitt in a bathing suit. So I turned on the air.
And a big, round, flying insect-beetle shot out of the vents like a cannonball right into my face.
I ran around the room, flailing my arms and trying to blow it away from my eyes (being very careful to not take a breath in; I was afraid I'd inhale it). I ended up knocking it senseless with one of my thrashing arms, thankfully before I passed out from lack of oxygen. In the midst of my panic, I had managed to punch myself in the side of the face.
I still have a nice little burse.
It was really HOT a few days ago. It was uncomfortably warm as soon as the sun came up in the morning (I woke up sweating, ICK!). It was officially hot by the afternoon (I sweat all through work, YUCK!). It was unbearably hot in the evening (I was sick of sweating at this point, BLAH!). So I turned on my air-conditioning when I got home from work.
This was the first time I had turned it on since moving in last August. I’ve found that opening up a select few windows and placing a fan in the exact right place will move the air around and keep my apartment nice and cool. Some nights, it's even chilly by the time I go to bed.
Except for this particular unbearably hot evening, with not even a whisper of a hot breeze through the trees. That night my apartment was hotter than Brad Pitt in a bathing suit. So I turned on the air.
And a big, round, flying insect-beetle shot out of the vents like a cannonball right into my face.
I ran around the room, flailing my arms and trying to blow it away from my eyes (being very careful to not take a breath in; I was afraid I'd inhale it). I ended up knocking it senseless with one of my thrashing arms, thankfully before I passed out from lack of oxygen. In the midst of my panic, I had managed to punch myself in the side of the face.
I still have a nice little burse.
posted by Cola at Wednesday, June 21, 2006
3 Comments:
A burse? A college official in charge of the treasury?
Sorry, I can't focus now that you've mentioned men in swim trunks. Darn you, Cola. Now I have to make a conscious effort not to think about teh Brad or (yay!!!) Johnny Depp. Or the new Superman.
I’m glad that God made movie stars so nice to look at (Colin Farrell […or Firth] anyone?). Otherwise, some movies would be pretty darn hard to sit through!
Speaking of movies, I’m excited for the 2nd Pirates to come out. I have a HUGE "crush" on Jack Sparrow.
who doesn't have a crush on him? he's just the quintessential man!
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