sirena: (kate; a homunculus!)
Last night J and I picked up some dry ice and put together a dry ice bed bug trap. (Long story short: upside down dog bowl + talcum powder + dry ice = bugs, attracted by the CO2, climb the sides of the bowl and get stuck in the powder.)

After leaving it out all night: NOTHING. I figured if they were there, they haven't eaten (me) since last Tuesday morning, and they'd be drawn out by my presence, if not the dry ice. But no bites! Huzzah!

Of course, whatever DID bite me is still at large, but as long as it's not bed bugs, I don't care. :)
sirena: (blue beetle; wtf?)
I had a post written up about LA, but it's not up to my standards yet, so in the meantime you get this:

A terrible thing has happened! I am worried that someone brought bedbugs into the building and now they are IN MY APARTMENT D: But I am not entirely convinced! Here is the evidence:
  • I woke up yesterday with four itchy red bumps on my back. Two next to each other about an inch apart, one a few inches above them, and one sort of in the middle of my back, higher up. Last night, another one appeared on my side, toward the front of my rib cage (not on my back at all). There's another set of three, very close together (so it sort of looks like a scratch) on my right shoulder blade; I can't remember if that was there last night. They are all more or less on my right side, which I tend to sleep on.
    • Apparently the three-bites-in-a-row is a characteristic of bed bugs, because they bite you and then they have to move for whatever reason, so they scoot up a little bit and bite you again.
    • I Googled pictures of bedbug bites and some of them look like big gross splotches, but some of them look like mine (like mosquito bites).
  • Jeremy seems to not have been bitten at all, but he says this is not necessarily strange because mosquito bites don't really effect him either. And sometimes bedbug bites don't show any visible signs?
  • BUT! He sleeps with no shirt, and I wear a t-shirt and shorts, so why are they not going for the bare flesh and eating my back, which is covered by a shirt, instead?
  • I changed sheets just to be safe, and this morning I noticed that there were little brown spots across the sheet at about shoulder/back level (bedbugs leave little blood spots on the bedding). But they were brown, not like fresh blood. One of my fitted sheets had had dried blood spots on it a while back, though, but I can't remember if it was this one or the other one. I chalked it up to my having picked something on my arm and it bleeding a little on the bed.
    • BUT! The spots are all the way across the bed, on Jeremy's side too.
      • BUT! There are no bedbug carcasses, or bedbug poop, or anything. And I checked inside my shirt, too, because I figured if they're going to leave blood spots on the sheets, they'd probably also leave them in my shirt, where they were biting me. But I found nothing!
      • We also lifted up the mattress and everything. Nada. :(
  • Neither Jeremy nor I have been anywhere lately where we'd have picked them up.
But yeah, I'm freaking out because if I do have them, they're really hard to get rid of--they can withstand heat and cold and can live for 18 months without feeding (why God made such a creature, I'll never know). I'll have to toss my mattress and box spring, and who knows what else :(

HALP. I am really hoping it was a rogue mosquito. Meanwhile, I sprayed rubbing alcohol on my mattress and washed my bedsheets and comforter in HOT water. They are in the dryer now. >:|

On top of all this, there was a hostage situation at the Discovery Channel headquarters in Silver Spring, which is like 2 miles from my apartment. The gunman is dead now. So uh...yeah, there's that.
sirena: (blue beetle; wtf?)
Ugh, a lot of stuff has happened since last time and here it all is.
  1. (This may have happened before the last post, I don't remember.) When J and I went to see Get Smart (which I really enjoyed, actually, even though it was very much Steve Carrell on the screen and not Steve-Carrell-channelling-Don-Adams (but that's okay, I like Steve Carrell)), we parked in a garage in Bethesda. Above the thing that spits out your ticket was an LCD display, which showed the date and time and a short message: The door is open. So weirded out.
  2. Allie has seen Linda since she sent me that weird email, and she is not dead or possessed/eaten/otherwise seized by a demonic house, or replaced by a pod person.
  3. Allie graduated, I went to her party and did not get drunk at all (I succumbed to an abdomen full of carbonation instead). Soon she will get a good job and make much more money than me. (Haha, not jealous. Nope.)
  4. I decided to take Lily's room when she moves out, but as always there are complications and she is dragging her fucking feet getting back to me about it. For fuck's sake, woman, stop being a party girl for five minutes and email me IT IS NEARLY MID-JULY. Also, IT IS NEARLY MID-JULY and you have still not found housing yet. What are you waiting for??
    1. OK, she did just email me (four days later), but is still being a PITA.
  5. I have been playing the shit out of FFX-2 since I paranoidly abandoned it four years ago. Going well so far.
  6. My brother has mono. Hooray!
  7. Anna arranged a big group trip to go white water rafting today, July 6.
    1. Yesterday I:
      1. Got a haircut!
      2. Went to REI and miraculously found Teva sandals in my size to wear on said rafting trip. Also cute flip flops.
      3. Went to Panera for lunch with Mum.
      4. Went to church since we were supposed to leave at 6:30am today, to make the 10am rafting time.
    2. At 8:35 pm I left for Jeremy's house; Bryan and Anna's friend Udaya were going to meet us there this morning and it would be easier for me to just stay there.
    3. At 9:10, 9:15-ish, I was driving down Rte. 108 in Clarksville. Nothing good on the radio--I think I had it switched to a crap remix of "Pocketful of Sunshine" (yes, I had to look it up). I came around a corner to an intersection (Centennial Lane, which means nothing to any of you but it's for my own recollection) and the light just turned yellow. I didn't have enough time to stop so I kept going. There was a car in the oncoming left turn lane, and as I entered the intersection I saw him pull out, assuming he was going to enter the intersection, wait for me to pass, and then turn (which is NOT a traffic violation; if you're in the intersection when the light turns red, you can still go). Instead, he just kept coming and I thought ohJesuspleaselethimstopmakehimstopmakehimstop--but we all know how this ends: with a front-end collision. Little fucker slammed right into me (or vice versa, if he had entered the path of my car).

      I screamed, both airbags deployed (which I don't remember, but sure enough there they were), and when I climbed out the whole car was filled with airbag powder and smelled like burning. I oriented myself and made sure the other car was ok--four people; two guys, a chick, and a younger kid, maybe 10. Dude #1 (driver) comes flying out of the car--"Why'd you do that, miss?! Why'd you do that?!" Um, do what? Drive in a straight line? He was in my face, accusing me of speeding (which I wasn't--I was going 45 at most in a 40 or 45 zone), giving me some bullshit about it being a "stop sign" (not sure if he meant this literally or if he was just spewing nonsense in the heat of the moment (and to which I replied, "No, it's a stop light, and it wasn't red, and you're supposed to yield to me")), telling me I was "way back there!" (it's not a blind curve, you can see it in the Google Map), and then asking me if I was drinking. Because when you're an incompetent driver, everyone else must be drunk. This pisses me off so much in retrospect; I wish I had had the presence of mind to tell that little asscocker off. How dare you.
    4. Anyway, I dug out my phone and called: 911; Jeremy (who was less than 10 minutes away); and my mother.
    5. My horn decided to spontaneously go batshit, and the firefighters had to cut the wires to the battery to get it to shut up.  Which means my New Pornographers CD is still trapped in the CD player.
    6. Jeremy showed up and we emptied out as much of my car as we could in the dark with no lights (see: no battery).
    7. When the cop took my license, etc., I noticed he had the other kid's in his hand, and it was the red, vertically-aligned, under-21 type. I'm hoping this means his insurance skyrockets, and that maybe it was his father's car and maybe he is super grounded for the rest of his life, and also maybe he is castrated. No, actually, I'm okay with the castration.
    8. The cop told me unequivocally that Dude is the at-fault driver, and even if I had been drinking, he would still be at fault, since I had the right of way.
    9. I'm going to guess it's totalled, but we'll see.  If I remember, I'll post some pictures.
    10. My mother, having just been in an accident last month (and who has been going to PT as a result), really wanted me to go to the hospital as a precaution.  When we got there it was 10:42; we waited until almost 1:00 until I heard my name called, which was a feat in itself, because
      1. It was difficult to hear anyone's name being called, much less understand what name was being said (no PA system?  No MVA-style your-number-is-being-called?  Nope, just a dude sticking his head out of a door across a busy, noisy room)
      2. DUDE YOU HAVE A THICK ACCENT.  Before I get anyone up in arms, I'm not being xenophobic.  I like accents a lot.  Just not when I'm trying to tell the difference between "Nichole" and "Michael" and between God knows how many last names.  Also,
      3. IT WAS ALMOST 1:00AM.  And I was exhausted.  He is lucky I wasn't asleep.
    11. I'm getting defensive because when I was taken into triage, in the middle of giving all of my vital information, I was told, "You know, I called your name 40 minutes ago."  ...Which is supposed to help me how?  What's your point, exactly?  I didn't hear you, dude, get over it. 

      After he finished taking my information, he asked me, "How long do you want to wait here?"  I looked at him, sort of dumbfounded, and said, "Uh...not long?  How long is it going to take?"  What the fuck kind of question is this?  He stared at me, looked at Jeremy (who was a total sweetheart and sat with me in the waiting room the whole boring time), and said, "Nevermind, I'll ask him.  How long do you want to wait?"  J was just as confused as I was.  "I dunno, 10 minutes?  Whatever, as long as it takes."  Seriously, what kind of question is this?

      So this guy (triage nurse? I am resisting the urge to call him "Dude" again) leads us into the ER rooms and says, "You can come with me now--unless you'd like to wait longer."  Okay, you know, I get it.  You called me, I didn't come a-runnin', and now you are going to rub it in my face every chance you get.  What a great idiot am I.  You are a cheerless jackass.  I DO NOT care that it is 1:00 in the morning.  This is your job.  You do not have an excuse to be bitchy with me, or to expect that I will be perfectly alert and awake when it's so late and I've just been in an accident and the spike of adrenaline is coming back down and I am lucky I can keep my eyes open.

      I'd really like to complain to someone about him, but I'm not sure of the right way to do it.
    12. Aside from the grumpy doctor (again, your job, be pleasant--even on my worst days in retail, I was always nice to people who were nice to me), the nurses were great.  Nothing broken; just a lot of bruises, some swelling on my left forearm, a cut on my right, and some abrasions from the airbag that are starting to itch a little.
    13. Needless to say, we skipped rafting.  :(
    14. But I do get a pass for 3 days off work.  :)
And now I am super super tired.  If you got this far, God bless you, you are a saint.
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I wrote this when I was at work. The muscles in my right forearm feel like they're burning and I think I'm developing a Repetitive Motion Injury? THE HELL WITH YOU, Dr. Newman, if I end up with carpal tunnel because of your site.

Almost finished with Sailor Stars now (after how many years?) and I know this would have gotten me lynched at U& back in Ye Olden Days (oh Drew, Rachel, when we were so young and innocent), but...I almost think Seiya is more interesting than Mamoru? AAAHHhhh.
[dodges rocks, cans, old shoes]

Also I was a jackass on Saturday and got my back sunburned while floating around in the pool on the cookie, and now I am vastly ITCHY. Jeremiah has refused my offer to make him Royal Consort and Official Itchy Sunburn Skin Peeler, but I guess that's fair, given that I told him I won't change his feeding tube when he falls off the roof and becomes a quadriplegic.

We are so in love~ hohoho

So yeah, I wrote the rest of this at work


Yarr, it is effing hot in here.

Was walking down the hall in my new shoes and caught up with Janek (the only one who noticed I had new shoes, because I'm walking differently), and he kind of grinned and put his arm around my shoulder and said, "So you guys are back together, huh?"

I said, "Yeah, I guess so. Why, did he say something about me?"

Janek said, "Yeah, he talks about you all the time!" But he wouldn't tell me what he says, which is not fair (even if it's all very good things). Now I am very curious and nosy and am determined to break Janek and make him tell me.

Now I have to go back to resizing marmoset brain images and pretending that they waited until the monkeys died to slice them up.

A tiny aside to Mac users (of which Sam is now a member!): Anyone else get REALLY anxious when an icon starts bouncing at you from the dock? OMG LEAVE ME ALONE, PHOTOSHOP, I WILL GET TO YOU IN A SECOND


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