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For bugs in my boyfriend’s bathroom.
There are two corpses in there already … poor little box elder bug, who’s laying on his little back with his six little legs up in the air.
I don’t feel as bad for the mosquito who’s smooshed against the wall.
I just had to move my seat at the coffee shop because the sunlight reflecting off of an SUV in the parking lot was blinding me.
I figured the potential for a tan wasn’t worth the lasting effects on my vision.
Sigh.
I love summer, and I love Boulder, and I love coffee shops.
Oh how I hope I can earn money with this freelancing thing …
Sitting in Mike’s lab right now, writing an article (and blogging) while he works on his fluids experiment, I feel like I’m learning so much more about him.
Not because he’s explaining his engineering techniques to me.
And not because I’m getting to see him in action.
It’s entirely because Pandora is blaring a sweet combination of Stevie Wonder, The Beatles and Aerosmith, and he’s dancing around as if his life depended on it.
At first I was flattered to think that he was trying to impress me, but since he’s been jumping and jiving for the past half an hour (and he’s showing no signs of stopping), my ego is starting to deflate a bit as I realize his joviality has nothing to do with me.
No, not because I hate my roommate’s cat. (I do, but I that’s besides the point.)
I’m wondering because each time I head to work at the Daily Camera, I’m hoping that a group of people are outside smoking so that they can let me in the locked door.
Thus, because I’ve temporarily misplaced* my key, I’m promoting lung cancer.
*Misplaced=Lost likely permanently
So I’ve never been a huge fan of “chatting” on-line. I didn’t have the Internet when AOL was huge. I never really got into AIM. And I’m not on Facebook long enough to have any sort of conversation.
And let’s be honest … far too often it’s some random person who you haven’t spoken with since high school (and who you didn’t really like in high school) who’s apt to “chat” you.
But today, sitting in a Boulder coffee shop, Cafè Sole, next to two great friends, I made excellent use of the G-Chat function of G-mail.
See, somebody nearby smelled. BADLY.
So obviously, it would have been rude to say something along the lines of “Holy crap, what’s that rancid stench?” Or, “For crying out loud, who’s wearing onion-flavored deodorant?”
Enter G-Chat’s functionality. We were able to mock, laugh and deride whichever individual sitting near us hadn’t showered in a month. All in a (relatively) silent manner.
Actually, both ladies thought I should use my investigative journalism skills to figure who the culprit was. But what publication would run the story?
Obviously … The Onion.
It’s a beautiful spring day here in Boulder, Colo. today.
The birds are chirping.
The sun is shining.
And I’m stuck inside a classroom writing this damn paper.
Conclusion #1: Procrastination is the devil.
Conclusion #2: The weatherman who said it was going to rain today was wrong. And that makes him a jerk.