Infiltration Of My One Bedroom Apartment

Please forgive me for being the most inconsistent blogger known to mankind. Or at least I feel like it. However, being a waitress, going to school, keeping up with a kitten, a boyfriend, and making it alone certainly causes me to be a little spacey when it comes to this.

Today was rather a typical day, except for 72 degree weather!!! That was amazing. I took a moment in the parking lot of my job to take a deep breath and enjoy the fresh air and sun for all of two seconds before walking into what I would later find out as the lunch shift from hell. Money is good, but everyone was bonkers at work. I am happy my customers were more patient than usual.

Side rant-- Waitressing has taught me a lot regarding people. I will have to have a separate post to encompass my good and bad thoughts regarding this.

Anyhow, my day continued with class, and afterwards, my first run outside since first semester... let me tell you people, I felt like crap both emotionally and physically after that. My body clearly has not liked my break from exercise (two weeks, I admit with some serious shame) and the increased intake of delicious foods, scones, and beer... It really yelled at me (my body that is) during a Hot Flow session at my yoga studio... Let's just say, two weeks of no stretching, tight muscles, and a 110-115 degree room is a big recipe for disaster... Hopefully I can get back to a normal routine and feel better in the next few weeks!

But on to the title of this post...

I find that living alone has posed some very interesting, and rather stupid issues that living with family or friends seems to not encounter. Post-shower tonight, I was running to my laundry room to get my sheets from the dryer (is there seriously anything better than fresh sheets???) and was just about in my bedroom when I found a GINORMOUS, SCARY, ASSASSIN-ESQUE spider hanging out on my wall! Ok, so the spider was really small in all actuality... but of course, there is no man around. And I found that holding my kitten, Atticus, up to the spider only caused him to look confusingly at me and not understanding that he should be attacking the crap out of it! So I sighed and decided I needed to take matters into my own hands... Grabbing a tissue in my hand, I closed my eyes and rammed the tissue against the wall randomly a few times... when I removed the tissue, THERE WAS NO SPIDER. I felt a crawl and spazzed out for a bit while my kitten looked confused. Now there is a spider on the loose, probably looking for revenge, craving my blood, and ready to multiply and take over my apartment... Usually I do not freak out this much over bugs, but it was just extra creepy this time. Not sure why, just was.

Anyways, I am going to make some tea and (cautiously) study in my apartment until bed time... I hope I don't encounter any more spiders tonight... Especially knowing Atticus is completely useless with bugs. At least I know I am safe from toy mice.

Good night all!