ANTS ATTACK

GRAHH there are little grease ants ALL UP IN MY APARTMENT!

This is just ridiculous. Now not ONLY do I have to fear the damn ants, but ALSO THE SPIDERS. Just ridiculous.

Anyway, betsy, my mom, was here last weekend and I spent the whole day before she got here cleaning my apartment. I was concerned she wouldn't think I was responsible and whatever so I scrubbed the floors, cleaned the bath till it shined and etc.

She walks in and comments that my house is a disaster and proceeds to get to work. Granted, I had JOKED about my house being a mess and needing her to come save me from myself but I thought she knew I was joking. Apparently not.

So, she starts cleaning out the insides of my cupboards, organizing cans of soup, etc, scrubbing the stovetop and telling me I should invest in those things that catch the crap that falls out of your pots whilst cooking. She explains to me that the tops of the trim (the stuff next to the floor) also needs dusting and that once you do so, it'll be "a huge improvement." Psh, yeah, okay Betsy.

Anyway, she also found a museum tour to go on (IN MID-MISSOURI. REALLY.) and we went on hikes and other things that wouldn't have been my first choice.

I guess I'm glad she was here, I got to snuggle with mah mama and also, she bought some more things for my apartment like a rug (Three bucks at walmart!) some much needed sponges for the dishes and many many meals that didn't involve me cooking them. Wonderful.

That's the latest update on "Sam's First Club," check back later for more on how I'm dealing with teh antz.

rubber gloves

I know rubber gloves are so 50s housewife, but seriously.

If you're moving into an apartment ALONE and are half as irresponsible as I am, you should really invest in rubber gloves. Why, you might ask? BECAUSE THERE ARE SOME NASTY THINGS THAT DAD ISN'T GOING TO PICK UP FOR YOU.

I'm so serious. Just trust me.

Plus, now you can reach into dark places without fearing that your arm will fall off when you get bitten by a brown recluse spider. Just, you know, to throw out a possible situation that could arise...

the time i decided to decorate

I've always had this thing about making wherever I live look nice. EVEN if that means trying to pretend that my crappy apartment (which still has doors from the days before refrigeration that ice was delivered through by the delivery guy.)

So I thought it would be smart to spray paint an $8 bulletin board from Target white, to match my apartment color scheme of...pale, coastal living colors (eg. blue and white.) So. I purchase spray paint and my board, then proceed to let it sit there well past parents weekend, which would've been optimum hanging time, seeing as my dad is totally anal about straight lines and such, and finally decided a couple of weeks ago, it was time. I removed the plastic wrapping, which had been collecting condensation, seeing as I had unwisely set it next to my steam heater (YES, steam heating. YES my apartment is old) and took a look.

Deciding spray painting wasn't meant for inside, I went outside into my parking lot, barefoot and carrying my board and paint. Let's just say that I'm an idiot, seeing as OBVIOUSLY there is glass all up in my hood and I was barefoot.

In my continued genius, I was too lazy to walk back inside and get shoes, now that I was all the way outside in the adjacent unused lot, so I just went for it. Setting my bulletin board down, I proceeded to cover the cork part with paper/painters tape and then spray the outside. Holding the paint too close to the board, it dripped in some places and I also created a nice white square on the ground in the parking lot. Oops.

Things I would've done differently:

1) wear shoes outside
2) hold paint farther away
3) not accidentally graffiti the parking lot

Other than that! My board was rather successful in being painted white. It only took me two more weeks to put all my pictures on it, and I figure that at this rate, I'll hang it before I leave for winter break. Way to go self. Way to go.

SPIDERZ!

So my apartment building was built in the 1920s and happens to be very porous. WHICH MEANS SPIDERS CAN GET INTO IT. The other day, when Emily was over, we saw this giant spider and I killed that bitch. It was HUGE. I later informed my biology teacher of what happened, and she said that that kind of spider killed brown recluse spiders. Well that's just GREAT at least I don't have THE POISONOUS KIND OF SPIDERS in my apartment..

Am now afraid of sleeping in my bed. :(

back to school!

So classes started last week and can I just say, I have my work cut out for me!

I walked into my Journalism 2100H class to be asked "have you heard that this class is tough? You heard right." I might as well have walked right back out. I don't want to be a reporter; all of these writing classes that involve awkwardly interviewing people are highly unnecessary. I would like to sit in a newsroom and boss others around. I don't know why that's so difficult for MU to understand.

My Multiculturalism class sounds super interesting though; there are debates every class and all I have to do is listen and write about four of them and participate in three. Sounds perfect - debating is so much fun! I remember in high school I took this science class with Angela and Will and I literally received 100% on one of the debates where Angela and I just attacked each other for an hour and a half (good old block scheduling.) I doubt that will happen in this class - well, to that extent - but nevertheless I'm pretty excited.

I have this J2000 class, which is called cross-cultural but apparently is simply for telling you that you're racist. Which is annoying. I don't think I'm that racist...

I'm also in six hours of science. Please, kill me now. I'm the foursquare mayor of the Physics building on campus, thankyouverymuch. And it's only the beginning of week two.

English class is English class; we're focusing on London this semester, which would be cool if we weren't reading "the Condition of the Working Class in England." Nope, not joking. Wish I were.

Since this blog is supposed to be about my apartment, let me just inform you all. I'm quite convinced my apartment is haunted. Last night I woke up from dozing and it was pitch black and all of a sudden! The corner of my large Chicago poster fell off the wall. I used those super secure 3M strips to hang that bitch up! And then, on cue, the Arlington Heights post-it I'd used to label where Emily lives, fell down! The floor boards were creaking, this weird burning scent kept appearing (I swear, I burned nothing. NOTHING!) and my stupid fridge makes a sound that sounds like a doorknob about every 20 minutes and scares the living daylights out of me EVERY TIME. It's truly astounding.

Fun fact, my building, in case you were wondering, was built in the 1920s. It's seriously so old, that there are second doors that used to be used for ice delivery. No central air, and I'm pretty sure that some of my furniture they gave me is from then too.

Naturally, as I lie awake last night, imagining ghosts haunting my apartment and being angry I'd changed the color (or whatever, ghosts are always portrayed as petty in shows like Charmed,) I may or may not have been scared shitless.

I feel like that's pretty good though. I wasn't afraid of any of the normal, logical things a 19 year old girl living alone in an apartment in not exactly the best part of town should be afraid of. Rather, I fear something that I'm quite certain of, intellectually, doesn't exist...

Unless the ghost is reading over my shoulder and laughing to himself/herself right now! and now they're going to make my night even more scary than the last one! :O OH NO!

Haha. SIDENOTE: bought tickets to Spring Awakening for October - only like 18 bucks! bargain! Also, made the lady let me buy mine with my student ID that I'd forgotten. Played the pity card - MY APARTMENT IS HAUNTED! gosh. Looking forward to that!

KOMU tonight sucked. I can't even talk about it. And I really really messed up. sooo badly.

Tomorrow night, I'll do better.

Applying for job at the Rec as a lifeguard Thursday! Wish me luck - I would love love love love a job at the Rec.

More projects for the apartment will come up eventually! Just been a little distracted. :P

four is a crowd?

I don’t think I’ll ever have the chance to do nothing – absolutely nothing! - for an entire week. I even went to the store and bought fruit! I should really win something.

As I sit here writing this, I’ve got Hannah Montana, the movie playing in the background. Sometimes I really impress myself. Oops the little girl that belongs to my landlord is here. Guess she can watch the Hannah Montana movie with me…

OH! I’ll feed her strawberries and water. I officially could baby sit kids. Haha, I am going to convince her mom to let me paint my living room blue. It’ll be awesome. So very Coastal Living chic…

YES! She said yes! I get to paint my living room pale blue! I am so awesome.

LATER.

SO Luke came over and was kind enough to eat ALL OF MY STRAWBERRIES. I spent FIVE WHOLE DOLLARS ON THAT! Terrible friend. -_-

Walked around downtown tonight after stealing free stuff from the freshmen event. Free reusable shopping bags and cups! Score. Hung out in MY apartment and everyone informed me that they thought it was cute. THANK GOD. With what I made my parents spend on it, it better look cute. SHOUTOUT to my mom who bought me that fluffy white blanket after much consternation in Sam’s Club – it’s been a hit because it’s so comfy to lie on.

Well, that’s all for now, folks. Tomorrow I’m going to see if I can make myself some real food that isn’t a turkey sandwich. Gotta dream big.

three is the magic number!

SOOO my apartment didn't ever assign me a wifi log in, so I've been writing my blog posts on word, then saving them for when I venture the whole two blocks to campus aka the place with free wifi.

I could also go to like, anywhere in town that serves food, but that would result in money being spent on things that are not clothes.

SO here's blog post three:

It’s my first day on my own! The parents left me this morning after one last minute target run and a breakfast at the one and only heart stopping Waffle House, a Kubota family tradition that simply reeks of class.

A dip in the pool at their hotel with luke, and I was on my own.

What did I proceed to do with my first taste of freedom in my own apartment? Well, let me tell you. I debated dancing around to loud music, or whatever kids do nowadays, for about 2 seconds before settling for a nap. I have to say, I live on the edge sometimes. I then watched some ABC family before showing and sitting down to write this blog in my PJs. So cool.

I’m really excited for my first apartment. I am pretty sure that everything I’ve said up until this point has reinforced that idea, but just in case my loyal follower (quick shout-out to luke!) was unsure… I AM SUPER EXCITED! I am so serious about painting my living room a pale blue – nervous, but serious - and that will put the final touch on my already near perfect room. My parents beautiful white flatscreen and my new TV stand are so cute and I just finished decorating my white magnet board, had my dad hang my white and beachy mirror in the living room with cute ribbons…

I posted on facebook that my apartment will be as cute (or cuter!) than hello kitty and I fully expect to keep to that oath.

I will also work on not sounding like a spoiled teenager in these posts. It’s been a while since I’ve actually written anything remotely serious; I am totally out of practice. The most writing I’ve done all summer has been texting. Niice.

Cool, I just heard the police drive by! Aw, feels just like home.