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I have this problem where I have a hard time telling people things directly. Even if I do they never take me seriously because I joke around too much on a regular basis. I'm also very bad at confrontation. Everything I say is drenched in sarcasm. "Take off your shoes" turns into: If you want to spare me the pain of going Cinderella status on the floor after you leave, you will take your shoes off and "Can you clean up your hair" is the equivalent of: I like how you pull out your hair and scatter it everywhere like a flower girl when you enter the bathroom. It's nice to know that I can now knit a hair sweater. See? What's wrong with me. Slightly relevant, want to know what else I said? I went to the office today to ask them when I could move in and it went something like this:

J: "Hey so I was just wondering when I could move in?"
N: "Your unit will be ready on the 28th."
J: "...You know my apartment number?"
N: "Yeah, isn't it ###?"
J: "Woah... You remember me? I'm so touched"
N: "Ha......" awkward silence

I need to learn to just stop talking. -_- Also, this morning I was talking to my professor and it turned into a 20 minute conversation about arabidopsis. What was I thinking? Goodness. I really wasn't expecting him to be a plant person but now that I think about it I'm not surprised. He's such a nice quiet guy.

You know, it's probably good that I don't have kids. I would be one of those embarrassing parents. I would dress my baby up like a bee or a lady bug all the time. It's Halloween every day b$&#^. Sorry, that felt like the appropriate place to insert profanity though it probably wasn't necessary.

...it tried to eat me, so I taped it to the ground. I wish I knew more people that would be willing to kill bugs for me. Well, the future residents of this apartment are in for a surprise.