A mystery cloud of scary, visible gas on the third floor caused the alarm to go off today, right as I was walking into my government class. Damn Welch. These accidents always seem to happen in the morning, which makes me think the chemistry students are either hung over or lacking in sleep when they go to class. I kept thinking of the Simpsons episode where the gas turns everyone inside out. Heh. The police showed up and questioned us, since they couldn't seem to figure out what the gas was. *sigh* This is why I should not take any more science, I don't need to deal with mystery gas at 10am.
The rest of the day went better. I went to the grocery store after school, just to drive the car a little so it will work. Lots of things were on sale, and I'm such a good American. I bought strawberries, Mint Milano cookies, another box of hair dye, and some soap. One can never have too much soap. It's apricot.
I suppose I should clean some, work on packing things away. I've packed a good number of books, and lots of my little things like icons, my music box, my collection of religious cards, and my notebooks.
So many rapes. One Monday on the Town Lake trail, the possible serial assaults in Far West, and the rape UT covered up last December in Parlin. (You would think that an assault that happened in broad daylight in a crowded building during finals would get some attention, but I suppose the University is concerned about keeping those crime numbers down.) I'm almost relieved that I will have to haul my furniture up the stairs to a second floor apartment now. I've noticed since December that I'm more wary walking around campus, that I'm hyper-aware of the proximity of other people and the space around me. When someone is walking behind me in dim hallways or spaces between buildings I find myself slipping my keys into the palm of my hand. It's sad, to feel so paranoid. Maybe I don't need to be. It scares me though.
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