I Have Officially Doubled the Amount of People I Hang Out with in Springfield

It is true....I have officially doubled the amount of people I hang out with in Springfield. You may be asking "Did you go to a rad party?" but no, this is not the case. You see, it is easy to double the amount of people you hang out with when the original number is 1. lol

A couple of weeks ago I was talking to my friend Melanie on Facebook, and I was telling her how I didn't have but like one friend in Springfield. She told me she knew a guy up here and would have him add me on Facebook as a friend. Sure enough, within the next 24 hours I had a request from this guy to be my friend. I added him and we started talking through the messaging on Facebook.

Finally after a week of talking online, we exchanged phone numbers and have been texting back and forth a lot. After about a week of just texting, we agreed to meet up on Monday (tonight). Well, I got home early in the afternoon yesterday and he texted me. I told him I was back and he asked if I wanted to do something that day. I agreed and got ready to go.

We met up in a parking lot, and we decided to go check out a corn maze. We had a hard time finding it, but eventually we made it. When we got there, we entered the corn maze thinking it would be easy, but it turned out to be pretty difficult seeing as we passed the same piece of corn four times. It was fun just talking and hanging out while trying to find our way out of the maze.

Once we had made it out of the maze about an hour later, we went to Arby's for supper. It was delicious after all that walking! Then we went to his apartment and just sat and talked. Eventually, his friend came over and we all decided to head to his friend's apartment to watch a movie.

When we got to the friend's apartment, we went inside and quickly decided that we wanted a Fruitista from Taco Bell. We walked across the street and got our tastey treats before finally settling in and watching The Love Guru.

After the movie was over, my new friend took me back to my car. It was definitely a fun night, and I didn't get home until two thirty in the morning.

Today I got a text from my friend asking if I wanted to hang out again tonight. I agreed and he said he would be over after his class got over at seven. We hung out at my apartment for awhile. He loved Puggy, and believe me, she loved him. He played fetch with her for like a hour.

We decided to watch a movie, and he asked if I had ever seen Star Wars. I said that I had not, and he was appalled. He said that we had to go rent it. He didn't see how I could have made it this far in my life without watching Star Wars. So we got in the car and went and got the movie.

Once we were back at my apartment, we watched Star Wars and played with Puggy some more. I tried not to fall asleep, because I was still tired from the previous night. I am officially no longer a Star Wars virgin.

After the movie was over we said good night, but we have plans to hang out again tomorrow night. I am definitely excited. I am glad I have another friend here in Springfield to hang out with instead of sitting at home bored every night!

A Not So Peaceful Shower...

This morning I literally dragged myself out of bed so I could get ready for my baking class. Once I had hit the snooze button at least four times, I decided it was time for me to get up. After pulling back the covers and getting a sleepy look from Puggy, I went to take a shower. I hopped in and tried to hurry seeing as I was already late from hitting the snooze button so many times.

I was enjoying my shower, and I was very thankful that it was waking me up. I was just rinsing the shampoo out of my hair when all of a sudden I hear a loud siren like noise. Within seconds, I realized it was the smoke alarm! I sprinted out of the shower with Puggy chasing my heels.

Once I had made it into the bedroom, I looked around and saw that there was clearly no fire. I knew I had to get the smoke alarm to turn off. I knew it had to be waking up all of my neighbors at 7am, because no one in their right mind would be up at that God awful hour.

I ran into the kitchen and grabbed a chair from the kitchen table which was quite humorous. The reason it was humorous: I had had no time to put on any clothes in my mad rush to save Puggy and I. Luckily, all of my blinds were shut. Anyway, I grabbed the chair and quickly stood on it fanning at the smoke alarm. I figured if I could clear the invisible smoke, then it would shut off. Bad idea. Apparently, invisible smoke doesn't go away.

After the first failed attempt to get it to shut off, I decided to yank out the batteries. I unscrewed the alarm from the ceiling and just my luck, it was wired in. Immediately I went to the breaker box and searched for something that would turn it off. Thankfully, they had actually labeled it. I flipped the switch and things returned to normal....well, after Puggy stopped barking and I put clothes on.

So now if there is a fire in my apartment, I can only pray that my dog is a fire fighting dog, and she will wake me up in case of an emergency. But as I watch her shred a paper towel, I am reconsidering and think maybe it would be best to just tell the apartment people and have them fix it. : )

Spongebob can be extremely scary...

So tonight I was going to get my stupid nutrition book off of my bookshelf to aid me in doing my ridiculous homework. My nutrition homework is another story for another day, because if I get into it I will just get worked up again and end up even more pissed off than I already am. But to give you an idea of what happened, I have been working on a group project by myself for the last 7 hours. Anyway, back to my story.

I was going to get my book off of the bookshelf. I reached for it, and I guess I accidentally hit the Spongebob alarm clock that is also sitting up there, because it started singing the Spongebob Squarepants theme song. Puggy went nuts. She started barking and jumping on and off the bed. Spongebob really scared her. She didn't know what to think, and to top it off, I couldn't figure out how to get it to shut off. The on and off button didn't work. So I had to sit there through the entire song, listening to Puggy bark before it finally quit.

Once the song stopped, I went back to my bed to work on nutrition, but Puggy kept barking. She didn't stop for a full five minutes. After she quit barking and growling, she jumped on my lap and just stared at the clock, occasionally looking up at me. Apparently I was supposed to protect her from this enemy. Now it is a full ten minutes later and she still won't quit staring at the clock, as if it is going to go off again. God bless my pug. Watching her bark at the clock and go nuts made me laugh for the first time tonight.

Halloween...

Halloween is one of my favorite holidays! I mean, what other time of the year can you go knock on random doors and have them give you candy? So in honor of this holiday (yes, I know it is over a month away), today I made delicious sugar cookies in the shape of pumpkins and ghosts. Unfortunately, I do not own any pumpkin or ghost cookie cutters, so I had to free hand them with a paring knife. In my opinion they turned out great! I decorated them with colored frosting to make them extra delicious. After decorating the cookies, I dressed my pink flamingo (I have a yard ornament flamingo that wears clothes) in her Halloween attire, and then I strung purple and orange lights in my room. How festive! Now Puggy and I can celebrate in style.

Dumpster Diving...

Oh yes, today I had the joy of dumpster diving. I cleaned my apartment for the first time in like two months today. (It looks totally amazing now!) I had everything done, except taking out the trash. Well, I loaded myself up and headed to the dumpster. I had three whole garbage bags, if that gives you any idea how trashy my apartment had become. I threw them in the dumpster and came back inside to get ready for my culinary class.

I changed into my chef's uniform and grabbed my keys to go. I looked around for my wallet, but it was no where to be found. Then I realized something. I had gotten Wendy's for lunch, and I had thrown my wallet into the Wendy's bad when I brought it inside my apartment. By that point, the Wendy's bad was in one of the magical three trash bags.

After realizing where my wallet was, I knew I had to go dumpster diving. I was disgusted with the thought, but I had to get my wallet back. So, I went outside and grabbed the three bags out of the trash. Naturally they all had gross crap on them by them. I started going through them one by one until I found the Wendy's sack. Relieved, I opened it up and guess what. My wallet wasn't there!

I searched the rest of the bag, but I still couldn't find the missing wallet. After a little while, I knew I had to be leaving to get to class, so I threw the bags back into the dumpster. The wallet had to be somewhere in my apartment. I went through every single bag. I just resolved to look for it later when I got back from class.

Coming back inside to wash my hands, I walked into the bedroom portion of my junior suite to get my bag, and I happened to look up. There it was. My wallet was on the top shelf of my shelf divider thingy. I said some choice words, and grabbed my wallet as I headed out the door. I had gotten all gross going through the trash for nothing! Ugh.

Who Needs a Paper Shredder When You Have a Pug?

Today was the dreaded apartment cleaning day. I hate cleaning, but it had to be done. The mess was starting to get out of control. I had no dishes left to eat off of, the was spaghetti sauce molding in a pan, and I had nothing left to wear after today. So with trash bag in one hand and a dust rag in the other, I started on the long task ahead of me. I started to pick up all the scraps of paper and cotton stuffing that was on the floor. It covered the entire floor of my bedroom, and if you have ever seen my "junior suite," you know that the whole apartment is my bedroom. Puggy may be a small dog, but she can out shred any paper shredder I have ever seen. My mom bought her a toy bug less than a week ago, and now all the cotton stuffing has been ripped out. Puggy triumphantly trots around the apartment with her deflated bug in her mouth. If there is any paper on the floor, you can bet within five minutes it will be in at least one hundred pieces. Somehow she manages to find things to rip up that I didn't even know existed.

As I was picking up shreds of newspaper off the floor today, I looked up on the bed and saw that Puggy was in the middle of shredding a French fry box from McDonalds. There were pieces all over my bed. I yelled at her to stop, and she just looked at me as if asking, "Are you talking to me?" She continued to rip up the box until I took it from her. I told her she was lucky that she is cute or else she would have been thrown out a long time ago. This is our life together. Every day she makes a mess of something, and every day I clean it up and tell her how lucky she is. All of the ripped up paper and cardboard may be annoying, but I love my little paper shredder with all my heart. I wouldn't trade her for any other dog in the entire world.