No More Finals

Finals are over!!!

*cue Halleluia Chorus

Hairspray

Alternate title: Sorry Owner of That Can of Hairspray

Alternate title 2: Sorry Apartment Carpet in the Hall

Alternate title 3: Sorry Roommate's towel(s)

I was doing my hair. I went to grab an elastic for my hair and there was a can of hairspray in the way. The lid was on so I picked it up by the lid and moved it over to the other side of the counter, but the can fell and all I had was the lid in my hand. I heard it spraying so I assumed that the spritzer had been bent. I bent over to fix it when to my horror i realized the little white thing wasn't even on the can!!! When the can fell, the white thing had fallen off and the metal had bent. There was hairspray spraying (like a FIRE HOSE) everywhere and there was no way to stop it. Hairspray was dripping down my legs and my toes were sticking to the carpet. I put my finger over the hole and it stopped spraying. Wonderful. I had only to bend the metal back and all would be well. I put the corner of my roommate's towel on the hole and tried to bend it back into place. It didn't work. Now my roommate's towel was soaked (but at least it smelled good). I, in my clear thinking, tried another towel. Same result.

Then my phone rang. The conversation went something like this:

Me: "WHAT?"

Them: Uh...I was just wondering if you could...

Me: Can I call you back in a minute? Thanks bye.

Them: (I don't actually know what they said. I hung up on them)

I threw the phone down because let me tell you- that hairspray was soon to take over the world! I was in crisis mode!

Someone knocked on the door. Great...STOP BOTHERING ME PEOPLE! I ran and put a shirt on (I only had a camisole on cuz I was changing my clothes). I answered the door.

Hello Robert- thank you for returning Deba's movie at the worst part of my day. No need to inform you (I think you can already tell), you are adding to my stress. Goodbye now. Leave.

I didn't know what to do and by this point I was running late to work so I turned on the water and put the can in the sink. The water helped, but the sink was getting sticky. I finished up my hair and changed my clothes while the can sat and the water ran. After I had all my stuff together I went to the sink and planned my escape. I put the cap back on the can and walked out my door. I could here the spray coming out and spraying in the lid, but it wasn't leaking out so I didn't care. I got about 5 steps out my door when hair spray started spraying out the little hole in the lid. It was like water from a pressurized fountain. I started running. I had to make it to the dumpster before the lid burst off. As I was running some girl walked past me and I am sure I was a sight to see! I put my finger over the hole in the lid and just kept running. There was no time to explain, my arm was dripping with hairspray at this point. I reeked of hairspray!

I bolted to the dumpster, threw the can inside..and calmly walked away. Side note: Ya know how in the movie Jumanji the kids throw the game in the river and pretend like nothing happened? I did that with, only with a can of hairspray.

I don't know who the hairspray belonged to....but I didn't replace it. I'm just that cheap. Sorry roomie!

P.S. this story is better in person, so if you'd like to see the actions, find me and I'll show you how it all played out

Long Overdue

I haven't blogged for awhile so I have a lot to get through in a relatively short amount of time.
First, look at this tasty cupcake I made. Its s'more with marshmallow frosting on top.

Second, look at this bruise on my foot. Volleyball is brutal. And also: feel free to not observe how veiny my feet are. Nasty little buggers

Third (and most important), happy belated anniversary parents! Time for a photo shoot.

My Pobre Bed

My bed died. In the middle of the night. It used to stand on cinder blocks like this:

It doesn't do that anymore. Well, half of it does and half of it does not. It slid off its cinder blocks in the dead of the night. Pretty much woke up the entire building. It caused quite the ruckus! This is how it looks right now.
This is from my pillow looking towards the closet:

Pictures don't really do it justice, but it is a pretty sharp angle. Smash your chin against your sternum. Now sleep like that for 4 hours. That is what I did last night....like I said. Sharp angle.

This is the best picture to represent. Ya know how the bed should be parallel with the ground? It isn't...see?

I converted to the couch