Last night, around 4:30 in the morning, I felt Tim twitch in his sleep, then sit up suddenly. I groggily turned over and asked if something was wrong.

"A bug just crawled on me," he said calmly.

He didn't know how big it was, which was my main concern. He had just picked the bug off of him and threw it across the room (I suppose he possesses much better reflexes than I do, as I would have just screamed and swatted the thing.)

Well, there was no just going back to sleep immediately for me. On Sunday, I had seen the biggest cockroach I had ever seen crawling on our couch, and I couldn't get that image out of my head. (note: these are different than the little beetles we have an abundance of here.)

Then, about a minute later, we heard a chinging sound.

It turns out, Tim had thrown the cockroach into his change cup on the other side of the room, which has about a 3 inch diameter opening. How you can aim that well with a cockroach, I'll never know.

So, he took it outside and dumped out all the change to kill the guy, who ended up being about 2 inches long, about the same size as the one on our couch earlier.

There really wasn't any going to sleep at that point. Now thanks to my mouth guard, my mouth is open all night. Who knows what could crawl in there!

When I went to the dentist back in the middle of July, he told me I had been grinding my teeth, which is usually an indication on stress. I thought that might be plausible, as I was applying to grad schools, writing a thesis, planning a wedding, getting married, moving, and starting grad school all within the same year.

But, despite all of that being over, the grinding hasn't stopped. So three days ago I bought a mouth guard.

The first night, it kept waking me up. Then the dreams started.

Two nights ago, I had a dream that I was eating soy bacon. I was frustrated and grossed out because the bacon wouldn't break down. It turns out, I was actually just chewing my mouth guard.

Last night, it was a big wad of gum. Once again, I woke up chewing my mouth guard.

If this keeps up, it might cause more problems than it solves.

HAPPY TALK LIKE A PIRATE DAY!

This past week in my "Storytelling in the Cinema" class, we were discussing humor. It turns out there is a pretty rigid formula: Incongruity + Resolution. This has been tested by setting up 3 jokes:
1) Incongruity + Resolution:
Q: Why did the cookie cry?
A: Because his mother was a wafer too long.

Cute joke, right? Well, here are the other combinations.
2)Incongruity without resolution
Q: Why did the cookie cry?
A: Because his mother was a wafer.

Okay, this isn't suppose to be funny. But for some reason, in the silence of class, I found this the most hysterical thing I had ever heard. Almost as funny to me was the next senario:

3) Resolution without incongruity
Q: Why did the cookie cry?
A: Because it stayed in the oven too long.

Again, not funny. Again, I was holding in my laughter so that the teacher wouldn't think I was looney. Oooh, if only you could push a "be rational" button and fix things.

PS- Another thing I've learned. When you're really, truly going for something, it's best to have your mouth open.

I did indeed survive the storm. In fact, I slept through it.

That was a little dissappointing.

Dum, dum, DUM: I'm about to be initiated into coastal living. I hope I pass!

Things I would change about UNCW campus:

1) Add another door to the library. The building is huge, and yet there is only one way to get in and out of it.

2) Add at least one vending machine to every building. And when you do, don't put it at the end of some hallway in a room with the door closed. I attend two 3-hour classes back-to-back, and I need a little something to get through them. It would be nice not to have to go to a different building and search up and down hallways to get a bottle of water or a coke.

that's all for now.

This weekend, Tim and I journeyed back to Fayetteville for the lovely Looney-Moody wedding. It was quite beautiful, but I'll save that for another time.


In other news, while in Fayetteville, we stayed at the Springdale Inn:



Now, this hotel did not have, among many things, a phone, a blanket underneath the comforter, a clock or more than one key (a house key at that) to the room. The continental breakfast consisted of packaged honeybuns and pecan pies.

It DID, however, have THE nicest Jacuzzi bath tub of any hotel I've stayed at over the past 2 years.

Priorities, you know?