Note to Self: Python Ant ≠ Normal Ant

Since late July, Shea and I have noticed ants in our apartment.

At first, it was just one every couple of days, and after a little while, we sent a message to out apartment office to have someone come in and spray. The guy would come in, supposedly spray, and leave. This cycle continued up until now - whatever they did was not good enough because more ants seem to appear out of nowhere.

I couldn't even squish these ones right! They swarmed my mouthwash at one point this year. Needless to say, I don't have mouthwash.

Enter the new notifcation at our door. Apparently this corner of the apartment building has been infested with the "Python Ant" which is the hardest ant to kill. Woot. We also learned that they can live virtually anywhere, and split into new colonies.

Since then, Shea and I have been living in fear. They could be anywhere - in our clothing that we haven't worn in a while, in our school folders from last semester, in our bedding, in the molding of our desks, ANYWHERE! So, GoldSeal is coming in to do an aggressive spray/bait treatment for the next 3 months in our apartment area. We have to move out of our kitchens and closets... and we are tired of moving.

So, in terms of survivability, Python ant = win. Normal ant = fail. Can I have some fail please? I think that's the first time I've asked for some fail.

Note to Self: Never commit to Bdubs at 10:15PM

Because you will end up very very hungry.

I get a text saying, "Bdubs, 10:15?"

I respond "Yeah!" at 8:00PM.

It is now 8:55PM.

I have 1 hour to go...

And I am hungry.

Note to Self: Do not expect people to be competent

because usually, they are not.

Note to Self: Remind the professor to use correct answers on her practice test.

As I was reviewing for my statistics midterm, I came across 3 questions that had different answers... and none of the multiple choice options had the solutions that I calculated.

I get to class and find out that there were 3 errors in the practice test. The errors didn't have the right option in the choices!!!!!!


GAHHHHHH! This is frusterating, especially when I'm testing my knowledge and skills.

Test fail.

Note to Self: Never give your professors your cell phone number.

Because they will call you at the most inconvenient times... like when you finally lay down to take a must needed nap in the afternoon after a night of cramming for a morning test.

Next time they ask for a phone number, tell them that you're too poor to own one. *Notes to self.

Note to Self: Never save Macroeconomics Exam studying until late at night

Don't do it, unless you have no other options. It is always more difficult and detailed than it seemed in class, and it always takes longer to do than what it should.

In short, Macroeconomics is not stupid, and only a stupid person would wait until 10PM at night to study it.


... Like myself.

This probably applies to all subjects. *Notes to self

Note to Self: Never slack on appearances.

Because those are the days that the gorgeous men find you.

True facts.

Note to Self: Do not try to jump the curb with a heavy backpack while on a bike.

You know how people always crowd the sidewalk ramps that campus bikers have to use? You know how the curbs are "squared" instead of rounded? I found myself in this situation this past week... except I didn't have enough time to stop my forward momentum and wait for my turn on the sidewalk ramp.

I decided to jump the curb. Mind you, I never attempted this in my past life experience, and being the impulsive person that I am, I tried this for the first time with a heavy backpack on.

Gooooooood.

I made it, albeit it was ugly. I slid forward, bruised my calf against the chain gears, and bloodied my hand on the handle bar brakes.

"I made it!" I whooped and punched my hand up in the air. People laughed at me, but I didn't care.

Note to Self: Never chase stray cats.

Ever seen the most adorable kitten on the side of the road and wanted to rescue it from the wild? Well, if you attempt this, it will result in flashing lights and 911 calls.

This happened to my group of friends last night at 1AM. The cat ran for its life and climbed up into a random car parked in the back lot. In the process of trying to coax it out, we called the campus police to come help us. After all, it would have been a bad thing if the owner came and started the car with the cat inside. Finally, the cat comes out, and ironically, that is when the police arrive. The following is an account of our story.

The police officer approaches us warily.

"Oh, great news!" I say to the man. "The cat came out of the car!"

He looks very confused. "A... cat?"

"Yes sir. The cat came out from inside of the car. There's nothing to worry about."

He turns to his walkie talkie and quietly talks to the person on the other end. "Oh. So it seems that there was two different calls to the campus police. You have frightened the owner of said car." He points the car and then addresses each one of us. "He called in claiming that you were sitting on his car."

"Oh no, officer," I begin. "We were just concerned for both the cars well being, and the cat inside."

Needless to say, the owner shows up, and manages to leave without harming the cat. The campus police now think we are crazy, and the cat ran away in the end.