I got a package of DVDs in the mail, and I’m super happy about it.

One of my best friends lives an ocean and about half of a continent away from me to the east, but we still keep in touch, and we still get presents for each other sometimes. (Technically last year at this point) She bought me some DVDs for Christmas and I only just got them the other day. I’d totally forgotten that we’d talked about it and that they’d be shipped to my apartment here. It was so awesome to get them!

Now I have 4 new DVDs to add to my collection! The Nightmare Before Christmas, The Mask of Zorro, The Legend of Zorro, and The Phantom of the Opera. I’m so happy about this new development! Woo! Movie tiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiime!


Ok, so after posting about DDR, I went and looked and saw that the last time I’d posted before then was in July. Oh goodness.

And that post was about being super not happy about finding a cockroach in my apartment.

Well since then I’ve had another cockroach! (Which I reacted to much more calmly this time) And more terrifyingly, I found a BIG mukade (centipede) that literally must have found a way in–maybe through the above-stove vent–while I was sitting in the same room it appeared in. NOT cool. I was watching a movie or something on my computer, noticed a bit of movement in my periphery, and looked over to see WHAT THE WHAT GIANT MUKADE NOOOOOOOOOOOO and have to pause said movie to deal with the problem.

That sucker is no more. Sorry, sir. Please stay out of my apartment. I wouldn’t kill you if you weren’t invading my claimed space.

Again… I’m sorry for not updating. Have a small update:

I found a cockroach in my apartment last night and I’m NOT happy about it. I sprayed it with insecticide but I don’t know where it went… I haven’t seen it again or found a corpse… I DON’T WANT ROACHES OR SPIDERS IN MY HOME.

On a more positive but still scary pest note: there’s a large spider that I’ve seen for a couple of times now living I assume by my front door. And I’m not gonna do anything to it. It can live its life out happily there, so long as it stays on the outside of my apartment and doesn’t try to touch me or get it. Outside = their home. Inside = my home. If we can keep this balance then I’ll be much happier with the excessive wildlife around my place.