When microwaves attack...

Okay so. Last week I started a blog by saying that nothing of consequence has happened to me, and therefore I have nothing to write about. Well now it's kind of the opposite, considering the fact that I have tons to write about but no time to actually do the physical sit down and write about it part. SO with that being said, you should not blame me for not being able to write. Not that you would anyway.

SO WHERE TO START. I moved into my new place? It's very stressful to think about. Now I have to pay rent and utilities and buy toilet paper and trash bags and lysol wipes and light bulbs and it's all so frightening. Folks, don't get me wrong though, I love being out on my own. I CAN EVEN GET MY OWN PET it's awesome. It's just a little bit stressful, ya know? I think I would feel more at home if we actually had WiFi but the stupid lady at the leasing office refuses to validate our password, no matter how many times I stop in and remind her because she's too lazy. SO now I'm sitting in my school's union in order to just have a little bit of computer time, regardless of the fact that school ended on Thursday. No one has ever been so dedicated but me.

Oh yeah, I could tell you this really weird/kind of (a lot) frightening story that happened to me yesterday. QUEEZY READERS PLEASE STOP READING NOW. INSTEAD WATCH THIS VIDEO OF A CUTE KITTEN IN A BOX. If you're still reading.... hi. Okay, moving on. Yesterday Mary and I were down in Highlands Ranch (my hometown) picking up a couch for the living room and a couple other things. WELL, I was looking in the basement for other things that I might need, and my eyes came across this microwave. I realized that we didn't have one at the apartment so I unplugged it (YES, THE DAMNED THING WAS PLUGGED IN FOR WHO KNOWS HOW LONG, DOWN IN A HUMID BASEMENT) and grabbed it to carry up to the trunk. Well, I grabbed it to where the door was facing down and the bottom of the microwave was resting on my stomach. I made it all the way upstairs and out to the trunk and then all of the sudden I started to feel something really weird in my body/stomach region, something I've never felt before... it was freaking me out so I set the microwave on the ground. I got this overwhelming light-headed feeling, and then I just started puking everywhere all over my driveway (I told you, queezy readers). It was so weird and scary. My neighbor was outside gardening and he freaked out but I told him I was fine and just hosed our driveway down. Now the skin on my stomach is kind of yellow-ish and weird feeling. I'm not really sure if I should see a doctor or not. SO YOU GUYS. Never touch a microwave on the bottom when it has been plugged in. I looked stuff up online and found a couple of sites that just explain the exact same thing that happened to me. I now have a phobia of microwaves.

ALRIGHT so the moral of this blog was... I don't really know. Life is good, bye.