Power Outage!

That's right! my power went out just around a half an hour ago, and along with it, my internet.  So here I am, writing my blogpost from Caribou in Knollwood Mall.  Now that I've finished all of the homework I needed to get done that requires the internet (as soon as I've finished this post that is), I have no reason to stay here in this lovely coffee shop because in my rush to get out of my dark house and to the internet, I forgot my laptop charger.  I'll be ok for a little while, my power is at 55%, but I still have a lab report to finish tonight. I was hoping to charge my laptop while I was here so I could go back to my dark home with a fully charged computer to finish my report with, but I guess that that's not going to happen. I would run back to my house and pick up the charger, but this place closes in 40 minutes, so there's hardly any point in doing that.  Which reminds me, I think that I saw the cause of this chaos on my way over here; five police cars were starting to block off part of the road where there appeared to be one of those cherry picker/power line trucks.  Maybe it was a downed line from all of the wind, and oh my god is it windy.  


Funny that this blog involves a minor domestic disaster, just as the last one did.  Maybe that'll be the new theme for this blog.  


Any ways, i'm thinking that I'm going to have to get to campus early to get this lab done.  Yippee. 


Now I should write a little about what I had originally meant to blog about; the fact that I need mace.  Pepper spray actually,  but mace has such a better ring to it.  Apparently pepper spray is the  better choice when it comes to defensive sprays, but Target doesn't sell either one of 'em.  


Now you may be wondering why I need pepper spray, and the answer is because I get creeped on a lot.  More specifically, I got creeped on on Friday on my bus ride home.  What happened was that I got on the bus and then this guy started motioning/grunting for me to sit next to him (ok, maybe grunting isn't the most accurate word because I had my headphones on, but you get the point). I said no of course (in a blunt and dismissing manner) and went to the seat in the back of the bus where I normally sit.  All of that would have been creepy, but not that creepy.  What really ticked me off was that he kept looking back at me (with the way the buses are set up, this actually takes quite a bit of effort).  I avoided eye contact/ looking in his direction at all the first few times he did this, and got really lucky when a woman sat in the seat in front of me; I hid my face behind her head (she even took out a newspaper, how lucky was I?) but was still able to see his body turning to try and look at me.  


Some people reading this might think that I'm making a big deal out of nothing here.  I probably didn't get how creepy this bus ride was well enough.  But I've been creeped on /seen friends get creeped  on enough by now to know that from here on out I'm going to want pepper spray for now on if I'm going to ride the bus.  


Ta-ta for now.  Hopefully I'll have some really awesome news for my next blog post, but it doesn't seem promising.