skunked.

Ellyn and I were talking in our room last night when we heard rustling outside our window. We turned off the lights and looked out. Sure enough, two (or three, I'm not entirely sure) little skunks were prancing around our backyard.



They scurried around and scratched the dirt for food, then, for no apparent reason, barreled into each other headfirst. We closed the window.

on a side note

If you get a Happy Meal at McDonalds, you just may find an inflatable pirate sword inside. These provide hours of entertainment, as we discovered last night. We were hitting each other, hacking off limbs and heads, for a long time. Then our roommate's little brother came over and we played pirate some more.

He was Hunk-of-Metal Man, so we couldn't actually chop off his legs. He told me I was a Hunk-of-Mud, so technically I didn't have limbs to lose. Later I turned into a Cheeto, and got eaten. Not my idea. Or fault. It was great fun.

Gazpach-O-Rama

It's been a little on the warm side here, and there's nothing as satisfying on a hot day than a cupful of gazpacho. Unfortunately, it's a little labor-intensive. This time around, I decided to document said labor. This may make for a more PBS-esque blog than the Wild Entertainment you're used to, so consider yourself warned.

Step One: Peel, seed, and chop lots of veggies. Peeling tomatoes is one of my favorite things. It's a lot like peeling off sunburn.


Step dos: Blend it. Blend it. Twist it. Bop it.
Yes, that is a piece of bread.



Step three: Clean up the Enormous Mess.



But then you get to eat it. Mmmm... tomato bliss.

O for Directional Competence!

So, Ellyn and I drove home from a friend’s house last night at about 9:30. It was still twilight, and we could see the almost-full moon setting over the hill. Now, this friend lives near us. It’s easy to get to and from his house. There are no complicated twists, turns, or tricky bits.

We definitely got lost.

Somehow we ended up on a deserted, poorly lit, dirt road going down toward the river. Luckily for us, it twisted around and we ended up driving on a more familiar road. In the wrong direction, yes, but at least we knew where we were. This is a pretty normal situation for me. I am completely and utterly lost when it comes to directions. I need explicit directions (turn right on this street, left on this street after this landmark), and lots of practice before I can find my way anywhere. I am not a stupid person; I just can’t seem to go a week without getting lost. Even if I’m just trying to get home.

How did this happen?

I have become the student that I dread to have in class.

In technology class today, my group met in the back of the classroom. We were supposed to write a list of questions about poppers. Instead, we played with them and giggled. We shot them at each other, made jokes about teacher glares, and somehow a "kick me" sign ended up on someone's back. I missed all the directions entirely.

Yes, we're adults between the ages of 22 and 28.

I can't decide if this happened because we're immature, understimulated, or overstimulated.