Okay, let's start with the ants. So, I'm convinced that somewhere in or around my house, there is a colony of ants all just sitting around thinking of ways to screw with my mind. Last weekend, I was sitting in bed, watching TV or something, and I saw an ant on my comforter. Just one, but still, I was not pleased. I grabbed a tissue, squashed the ant, then stood up to throw it away. I gave a check around the bed and in the sheets and comforter to see if there were others, but there weren't.
About an hour later, another ant goes crawling along my arm. What the- ? So I squish that one, and this time I take the comforter off the bed, lift all the pillows - basically give a thorough search. But no, there are no other ants.
A couple hours later, there goes one more ant! GAH! I'm done playing around. I take the comforter off, I take the pillows off, I take the pillowcases off, I take the sheets off. WHERE ARE THESE FUCKING ANTS COMING FROM?!? Eventually, I find exactly three more ants: two on the wall (not even near each other) and one on the mattress pad. But no matter, I am pissed off now, so I grab the Raid and start spraying. The whole mattress pad gets sprayed and taken off the bed to get washed. I pull the bed out from the window and spray all around the walls and baseboards. Unfortunately, now my entire room smells like Raid, and I suddenly remember that, oh yeah, this stuff is POISON. I open my window in the hopes of airing it out before I have to sleep in the room.
As you can see, I'm not dead, so that's good. And I haven't seen anymore ants in my room since then, and it's been a whole week. But now? I've started seeing them in the bathroom, one at a time, just like before. It's one ant, usually around the bathtub somewhere, about ever time I go in there. I've looked EVERYWHERE, and I can't find a trail where they're coming from.
So my theory is that there's a big group of ants somewhere who keeps sending these guys out. Now, maybe they're sending out scouts, and they haven't figured out yet that the fact that the scouts don't come back probably means they're DEAD. Maybe they're sending out the scouts and assuming that they don't come back because they found somewhere really awesome, so let's send other scouts to find out! Or maybe they just know how much it pisses me off, and they're willing to sacrifice countless ants to drive me completely insane.
The ants go marching one by one, hurrah, hurrah...
Ah, the wonderful world of boys - how little I really understand. So, problem the first is that I have three different boys dividing my attention. The last time I had three guys on my mind was my sophomore year of high school, and my best friend and I referred to them in our note-passing as Bachelor #1, Bachelor #2, and Bachelor #3. Bachelor #1 seemed vastly uninterested, but he was the one I liked most, so I spent most of my time just pining over him. Bachelor #2 wasn't actually a bachelor at all - he had a girlfriend. Bachelor #3 was single and actually had feelings for me, but I never really appreciated that like I should have. And who did I end up with? Bachelor #3... until Bachelor #2 left his girlfriend for me... and then left me for another girl... and then during a summer at home from college I got together with Bachelor #1.
So basically all of them.
And now, there are three bachelors again, and my brain is going crazy. Let's meet them, shall we?
Bachelor #1 is a handsome English teacher at Christian School in California. Sometimes referred to as "Hot Teacher Guy" or "HTG," Bachelor #1 enjoys surfing, studying Latin, and discussing literature. Bachelor #1 also still has a girlfriend, which is very unfortunate for our Bachelorette.
Bachelor #2 is a tall and good-looking graduate student at Stanford University. He's slightly younger than our Bachelorette, but certainly not outside her general peer group. He dances, sings, and loves Jesus. He also has what seems to be a pseudo-possible-girlfriend, which is obviously not so ideal.
Finally, Bachelor #3 haunts our Bachelorette with his boyish good looks and devil-may-care attitude. Word on the street is that he dances, but this has yet to be seen. He's got an amazing singing voice and a great sense of humor, and more importantly, NO GIRLFRIEND. Oh, and he's also, *cough* a junior in college. *cough*
Yeah, A JUNIOR IN COLLEGE. I'm a sketchy, cradle-robbing cougar. Well, except, I can only be a sketchy cradle-robbing cougar if he actually gave in to my advances, which he seems wholly reticent to do at this time. In fact, some of his responses have seemed downright annoyed and snarky, so maybe I'm just bothering him.
At any rate, I'm no closer to actually having a boy by my side, but damned if I can get them out of my head.
Finally, let's enjoy a meme from the jubilant Julaberry. Here are the... guidelines (I like that better than "rules"):
1. In the comments, leave one memory that a) you and I have shared together, or b) you have of me in general. It doesn’t matter if you know me a little or a lot, know me from the real world or the blog world, anything you remember would be fun to hear.
2. If you want to play too, re-post these instructions on your blog and see how many people leave a memory about you. I'll go read and see what I remember of you too!
(Wow, there were really only two guidelines. That's minimal enough to almost be annoying.)
So what do you remember of me? What sticks out most? Bring it on and share with the world. :)