I'll take what I can get

Bruce Lee - obviously

If I can't be the hot girl at the pool in the bikini, then I'll settle for being the cute girl in the t-shirt at the gym who sets all the TVs to Enter the Dragon.

Cats in suits

Oh my goodness.

I'll never look at Men In Black the same way every again.

Knock twice before invading

Apparently the title of this post is actually a book/article about meningococcus.

What I was looking to talk about was housing registration.

Somehow or another, we completely lucked out. 1300 when the numbering starts at 1286. We got the room we wanted, in the building we wanted, at approximately the altitude we wanted.

But I am still led to wonder what will happen when time comes in to move.

Each bedroom sleeps two people, but are completely different sizes. One has its own bathroom, one has a walk-in closet, and the other is a closet.

And we are already preregistered for what room we'll be in. We drew lots to determine who went where.

I can only hope that B stands for bathroom.

Or Benevolent gift from the closet gods.

waffles + batter = you're playing baseball all wrong

I've discovered that Potato Bread has a tragic flaw.

When I was buying two loaves last Sunday (not this past Sunday, but the Sunday before that), I was frantically clutching them to my breast while I ran up and down the aisles looking for food-stuffs I would need. Seeing as how I don't have a way to get myself to a grocery store, whenever I find myself at one I am sure to stock up.

As I was checking out, I noticed that in my desperation I had held them a tad too tightly, not unlike a child clinging to the lifeguard as he is learning how to swim. As a result, smack in the middle of both loaves were huge arm-shaped indents.

Oh, that should not be a problem! Right? I'll just kind of stretch it out when the time comes, or use it for peanut butter and jelly sandwiches.

Well, I have gone through the first loaf. Mostly. There are four slices left in the first bag - the end caps, and two squished-beyond-recognition slices with holes in them from me trying to un-squish them.

I'm dreading the middle of the next loaf. I had no idea that potato bread was so sensitive! I don't have a toaster, or I would make toast. I can't use it for grilled cheese, because I don't have a stove - I would have to put it in the grill. This bread is useless to me. Maybe I'll just make peanut butter without the jelly. and force myself to take them for lunch to work.

It will be a sad little sandwich, but I'll cherish my thriftiness as I try to stretch the $70 I have left for food out for another month.

And if I do have to make more grilled cheese, I hope that I don't forget to take out the waffle plates first. As cute as it was, eating a cheese sandwich shaped as a waffle, I thought the bread was too compact. Not fluffy enough to my liking.

....Scratch that. A waffle-cheese sandwich is the second best type of sandwich there is.

It is second only to a peanut butter sandwich cut into the shape of a dinosaur.