knock knock....knock you OUT!

so......dorm life.
there has almost been a smackdown.

and in more recent news....a knocker.

he knocks....and runs and knocks and runs away some more.
i finally caught him and asked him what he wanted and he just smiled and left.

then i found a note at the foot of my bed (slipped under the doorway, obviously.)

"6-- W--- Hall. Call Me!"

I think not. I didn't date boys like you in high school...what makes you think that would work for me two years later?

I am now a firm believer in the concept that intelligence diminishes with age...or stupidity increases...take your pick.

yeah.....yesterday

it's an old picture...but it will do to tell this horrific tale.


so....i was backing this car out of my driveway....about to drive my uncle home....when......

i backed into a truck that looked like THIS.

right.....and then everything went wrong in a quick succession. the alarm went off, i left a nice dent in the truck...and a hole in the car.....GO ME! and then i burst into tears.....

(and i'm not cute at ALL when i cry)

then....the owner of the truck....a neighbor who's about 20...21 came to the door and he looked like this:

right. and he was a sweetheart......and i was a wreck.

but the clincher was my dad yelling up the stairs at me
"exchange insurance....NOT PHONE NUMBERS!!! I SAW YOOOOU!"

...thanks dad.