Worst Twofold Ever

Happy April Fool’s Day to all of my lovely readers. I hope that none of you fell for the old “your fly’s down.” (And for the one who did, you know who you are. Bask in your shame.) If you, like me, can’t get enough of LOST and would like to have a part of the Dharma Initiative accentuate your April Fool’s Day, check this out.  Here in Crawford 202 we had a grand old time pranking and being pranked. I’m going to call it now: Anne is the reigning champ. Here’s a run-down of what she accomplished today:

Against Amanda: Her bed was filled with pictures of feet, because she hates feet. Worst perhaps was the picture of feet underwater. Two egregious faults in Amanda’s book.

Against Ellen:

The backstory: Not too long ago, Ellen ran for Class Council. Her ad campaign involved positive word association – most of which were ludicrous. Things like “Snow Day” and “Latte”. So, to gently mock her, we put up similar signs all over her wall. Our words included “Laptop” and “Sidewalk” because a few weeks ago Ellen left her laptop unaccompanied on the sidewalk in front of our dorm for the better part of an hour. “Meatloaf” goes back to the Mary Kate & Ashley pizza sing-along. “Pulp” – because Ellen is one of those Florida citrus freaks who likes extra pulp in her orange juice (because regular amounts of pulp aren’t bad enough). “Fire Ladder” will be explained tomorrow and “Mary Lou Retton”, well, you know.

And perpetrated against myself: the old Jim Halpert standby.

I wake up this morning, get ready for work, head into the bathroom to take a shower and lo and behold, what’s on the sink?

Lovely, Anne. Thank you so very much. And what, pray tell, did I find inside? Only these:

I do appreciate that you took the trouble to wrap them in a wax-paper cocoon before submerging them. I think the best part of my prank though, was the unintentional. See, on Thursdays our cleaning lady comes. Oddly enough, the jell-o was still on the counter. Instead of dumping it down the drain and leaving it all in the sink, Anne put the stuff in the cabinet under the sink. Amanda didn’t know that and might have, perhaps, accidently gotten a handful of red goo. Her expression was priceless.

At least in the end Anne got her just desserts. Okay, well, actually she gave those to me with the Jell-o. But she did get the… oh, hell. There’s no good metaphor for it. She hates cheese, as you may remember. So, Amanda and Ellen conspired to cover all the surfaces on her side of the room with Kraft Singles. The result was hilarious. To wit:

Happy Birthday, Fred & George Weasley!

I could hear her screaming from halfway down the hall. Excellent.

The perfect end to our swell April Fool’s Day was Ellen and my outing to see one of our school’s theater group’s production of Joss Whedon’s Doctor Horrible’s Sing Along Blog. It was fantastic, to say the least. I’m even more excited now to see the original.


Earth Hour “oh 10”

Crazy things happen in Crawford 202. Like that’s hard to believe. (Well, it probably is for Ryan, since, according to him, the earth doesn’t exist.)  The day of Earth Hour is no different. What was the weirdest part? Probably 15 minutes of said hour spent singing Mary Kate & Ashley songs. In a circle. In the dark. And yeah, that’s still going on, albeit with the lights on. Our favorite songs: Pulling an All-nighter, My Horse & Me, Gimme Pizza (eh, put it on the pizza!).

What else has been going on? Well, we went to see Hot Tub Time Machine which was actually a lot funnier than I expected. I laughed a lot more than I had anticipated. The music was great; the costumes were bright; the company was excellent. My only point of contention: if they were to change the past while they were thrown back to 1986, once they got back to the future (their present), they would remember their “new” pasts. It wouldn’t be a huge surprise when they got pack to the present. They would know what had happend to them. Theoretically. If that were to happen in the film. Just sayin’.

Another weird fact of the day: it was revealed that Ellen has never seen Mean Girls. I mean, even Anne has seen that movie. Anne!

Hmm. It seemed like a lot more went on in Crawford 202 today. I guess you miss a lot when half of the suite gets up at or after noon. With the exception of going to Chipotle with some new(er) friends and bonding – Briana likes Stargate! Awesome. – not much else did go down.

Still to come: St. Patrick’s Day post (sorry for the delay).

Macbeth’s Witches

Double, double, toil and trouble… (Alright, that’s Mary Kate and Ashley, but you get it.) Well, really just the double.  Some major feats of paranormal activity have occurred in around me lately.  For the past few weeks I’ve kept hearing mention of ghosts and doppelgangers and I can’t help but wonder what will come up next. It all started when I came to school.

My friend Hannah had reported having a ghost in her room a couple weeks ago. She didn’t see it, but someone rearranged the pictures on a bulletin board upside down and spackled a hole in her wall.  She put the thought into my head and a week later when I lost my sweatshirt and turned my dorm room upside down looking for it, I blamed it on a pesky poltergiest.  My incident turned out to be simplemindedness on my part seeing as how the hoodie turned up on the hidden side of my closet door. But Hannah’s could have been the real deal – who’s to say it wasn’t?

Occurrence # 2: My coworker Giles saw a ghost one night on the Metro.  Well, the ghost wasn’t on the Metro, but that’s where he saw it. He was riding along late one night and happened to look out the window towards some giant, underground turbines. It looked odd and he snapped a picture on his cell phone.  Upon zooming in, you can definitely see the outline of a man. He showed me. Sure, maybe a man was wandering the large, subterranean factory fans at 1 am. But it could just as easily have been a ghost.

The strangest part of paranormal activities have to be the doppelgangers.  While the traditional definition of doppleganger is “an apparition or double of a living person,” I have extended the definition beyond physical features to incorporate personality. My roommates and I agree that when walking around campus, we see numerous people who look like exact replicas of our friends and family back home. That only appears at first glance – then we remember ourselves and the immense distances that make these friend-sightings improbable.  But twice in the last few weeks I’ve been told that I have a doppleganger. In two different countries! First, I received a text from Hannah at OU. Her message read: “Sprinks there is a boy at the party I am at who is the male version of you. hells to the yeah!”  Then, last week, Chantelle sent me a message that read, “I met a chemistry loving version of you today …” Come on! This is weird, especially considering that she’s living in Canada this year. How many versions of you are out running about that you have yet to discover? Think about it, that’s all I’m saying.

The late, great, and horrendously short-lived darkest of Disney shows, So Weird: