Reptar Cicada

I regularly have conversations with inanimate objects. They're mostly one-sided conversations.

I also regularly have conversations with other things that can answer me. Kind of. Like the oven, the microwave, Tiva (my computer), chipmunks, squirrels, Max, various birds, and most small animals.

I went into the bathroom and I heard something chirping at me. I think it was a cicada but I can't be sure because I was dark out and I didn't really care that much. The window in the bathroom was open and I could hear it pretty well. I thought it was right outside the window so I walked over and leaned against the screen and said, "Hi. Why for you are running your mouth and/or legs?" (At the time I thought it was possibly a grasshopper but later decided against it)

It chirped back at me.

I said, "Oh. Well it's almost 9pm so I'm sure she'll come back soon."

It chirped back at me.

I said, "No, I did NOT say that. That is complete and utter bullshit."

It chirped back at me. Twice!

I said, "Lies. That squirrel has it in for me. He's just bitter because I didn't scatter a whole box of Nerds today."

It chirped back at me.

I said, "I don't know! Ask someone who's fluent in cicada!"

It didn't chirp back at me right away. But then it chirped back at me.

I said, "Fine. We're over. Goodbye."

Then I heard a toilet flush.

I may or may not have forgotten that other people could have been in the bathroom with me. This girl walks out, avoids eye contact as she washes her hands, and walks out the door without saying a word.

I also may or may not have been wearing my Reptar shorts.


Out-of-Context Quotes from the past few days:

"I NEED AN OBJECT."
"SHIH TZU MUG."
"PERFECT."

"I like the way you ask questions. You make it sound like you actually care."

"Question: Do you think in English or OH MY GOD A FUZZY CATERPILLAR"

Failing at Books

Saturday:

The drive down sucked. I drove through a torrential downpour (one of my favorite phrases) for over an hour and basically watched the tail lights of the guy in front of me. But it wasn't raining when I was bringing loads from Trudy to the Pfeif. Sidebar: I hope "the Pfeif" sticks...it's like the Fif (Fifi) and the Pfeif and they're the same but different like being twins but not!

Living in this QUAD (must be all caps, all the time) is going to be ridiculous and may have been the best worst idea we've ever had. We = Me, Bex, Yashka, and Kristen (who I might have decided to call Rizzi. Still working on it). It's a two-room QUAD, and we decided to put beds and dressers in the back room and desks in the front room. Pics later.

Biaggi's for dinner was a fantastic idea.

Sunday:

All moved in and 90% done with the arranging, rearranging, re-rearranging, shifting, pushing, taping, command stripping (less dirty than it sounds), swearing, adjusting, spider screaming-atting (+10 points to Shannon), buying, and decorating. I didn't do any plugging-inning. I left that to the pro (he got everything to work much faster than I could have!) I still have some pictures to stick up and maybe switching clothing locations. Mensa Mama's system makes too much sense so I might have to switch a few things just because I like a challenge.

We decided to go to the bookstore to get our books. I needed one book that I either missed on the list or it was added later (got the rest online). We KNEW the bookstore was closed on Sundays but we only remembered once we got there. Fail.

Monday:

8am Monday morning is a great way to start the week. Not.

Bookstore round two. The bookstore ALSO either missed the SAME BOOK on the list or it was added later so they don't have it. Did I mention it's the book I need to read for Wednesday? Double fail.

But my Ed class was canceled for today so I have time to do things. Like put up pictures and eat leftover Biaggi's and figure out my schedule. Win?

Out-of-Context Quotes from the Past Few Days:

"Things that go on the bottom are in the bottom drawer."
"That makes MUCH too much sense."

"OMG is that a garbage can?!"
"Yes. His name is Diego."

"Have you forgotten that I have continuous conversations with inanimate objects?"

"Dad: 2 Mice: 0"

"Can you do your imitation of Nack throwing up? I heard it's really good."

Molly: 0 Gather book: 1

So I made copies of some of my favorite music from the gigantic Gather accompaniment book (I wanted to say colossal but the alliteration won). And I thought, "Hey, this shouldn't be too bad...I vaguely remember learning 'I am the Bread of Life' and 'Hail Mary, Gentle Woman' pretty quickly and easily?"

Well, I may have miscalculated how long it actually took me to learn those two songs...

In other words, "CITY OF GOD" IS KICKING MY ASS.

But there's good news! Nack's pneumonia is almost gone! He only coughs up a little bit of phlegm now! And he has put pants on for a solid 4 days!

Out-of-context Quote of the Day:

"I had three pieces of melon and it's Day Two. I'm wearing my party pants."

Miscellaneous Wee Things

I FEEL OBLIGATED TO WRITE SOMETHING. HERE'S SOME LITT-O TINY STORIES.

Nack is sick. He has a fever and a nasty, phlegmy cough. He has also puked multiple times. Incredibly loudly. I will GLADLY demonstrate my imitation of it if you ask me. I need a little room to do it, though. The running in circles part is crucial.

Friday was my last day of camp. I don't know what I'm going do to with myself on Monday. Maybe I'll go to the painty place and paint another mug! I can add a Bones mug! It can be friends with my House mug and my Castle mug!

My "clean all the things" shirt shrunk in the wash. I gave it to Mensa Mama. She's wearing it today.

I got a Chopin CD from the library. It was last checked out in 1999. But this is a no judgment zone so it's okay.

Nack's fever is back as of 10 minutes ago. I shall avoid him.


Out-of-context Quotes From the Past Few Days:

"Meniscus feniscus! Do we have any needles?"

"I AM! I AM walking across the damn Grand Canyon!"

"He (the dog) was with me (Nack) when I hurled around 8."
"Then he came to see ME (Molly) around 8:10 to tell me Nack was all HBBLUHBLUBLUHBLUHLBB. It was a nice way to wake up."

"It's not torn! It's slightly perforated! Like a movie ticket."

Pizza Death

We went to Enchanted Castle for a field trip today. Enchanted Castle is a giant....castle. In a strip mall. Full of games. There's also mini-golf, laser tag, bumper cars, and a giant cage where you pretend to be a large hamster and crawl through tubes and climb things and smack your face on the ceiling approximately 5.5 times, but most importantly there are a ton of games.

Each of the kids got 20 tokens to play the games (use tokens, win tickets, trade tickets for less-than-impressive prizes) and a pass to play bumper cars, mini golf, and/or laser tag.

So of course they all blew through their 20 tokens in about 20 minutes.

Unrelated sidebar: I'm watching channel 116 which is the constant radar channel and the music that just came one on the background is giving me flashbacks to the hours I have spent with the thunder-fearing dog at 3am. We walked a lot of laps to these instrumentals that sound vaguely like other songs but not enough to name...but more on that later.

We were getting really hungry and we had lunch at 11:45. Pizza and pop was provided and I got really excited. Yay pizza! Too bad it was horrible. It was really the worst pizza I've ever had. It was plastic-y, cardboard-y, and I kind of felt like I was going to die.

It was pretty bad.

The end.

Out-of-context Quote of the Day (which was actually from yesterday):

Me: There's tiger paint in my hair, isn't there...
Camper: Yes.
Me: Excellent
Camper: If you rub it in you can't even see it!