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Good idea: going to bed at a decent hour when you have classes the next morning.

Bad idea: drinking "Tazo: Awake" tea at around 23:30 and not starting your laundry until midnight.

Guess which one Raynita did? :D

Moving on:

I had an interesting experience right after dinner this evening: Kate needed to move her car into lot 26 across campus and asked someone to go with her. I wasn't too enthused about it, but after Hannah and Caitlin both refused I agreed to go because I didn't want Kate walking across campus by herself in the dark.

So we get to the "splitting point" and Kate and I turn to go down the short flight of stairs into the parking lot while Hannah and C-Crazy continue on to the Knowlton main entrance. I take the first step down the stairs, chit-chatting with Kate all the while and, just as I'm about to plant my sandal on step number two, I can't help but notice what looks like a piece of tree bark sitting there. My foot continues to descend and then I notice something terribly amiss about this piece of bark--it walks.

That's when I realized what it was: a cockroach, and a particularly large one. At that moment, I let out the most pathetic, terrified squeek you've ever heard and launched myself off of step #1 with my left foot and, skipping steps 2-8, hit the landing at the bottom, swinging my arms slightly to regain my balance. Of course, I feel Kate grab the hood of my sweatshirt in a desperate (and perhaps false) attempt to help stabilize me.

She asked if I was alright; If I had just almost stumbled down the stairs or something. I explained to her that, no, I had jumped because there was a cockroach lurking in the shadows, just waiting to crawl on me. She laughed. I turned around to look my harasser in the eyes (how many do they have, anyway?). I got a chill up my spine and started alternately bouncing on each of my feet, trying to shake off my disgust while chanting the obligatory "eww, eww, eww, eww, eww, ewwww!"

Allow me to make one thing perfectly clear: I. hate. cockroaches. If there is one phobia that I've never been able to get over, it's this one. Give me spiders, snakes, vicious dogs, sharks, and I'm fine. But bring roaches into the picture and it's game over.

What does this all mean? Kate has made sure to inform everyone on K:3 that The Unsinkable Raynita is afraid of roaches. I can just see C-Crazy going out and catching some in a jar and putting it somewhere conspicuous just to psych me out. Peachy.

New subject:

Hannah has an Israeli friend that she talks to via skype!! I said hi to him today; He seems like a pretty cool guy (Yaniv, I think his name was). I maintain that my Israeli friends are far cuter, though! ;D

Okay.. It's really late, or early (depending on how you look at it) and I need to be up in a few hours to go to class. So I should really fight my terrible insomnia and get some sleep.

Wait, wait! I just want to say how much the song "Sex Bomb" by Tom Jones amuses me:

Make me explode, although you know
The route to go to sex me slow
And yes I must react to claims of those
Who say that you are not all that

Sex bomb, sex bomb
You're a sex bomb
And you can give it to me
When I need to come alone
Sex bomb, sex bomb
You're my sex bomb
And baby you can turn me on

Liz and I should make this our theme song. :P