All we wanted was some Dominos pizza. And those delicious cinna-stix... However, there is not a Dominos in Pullman. We had to venture to Moscow to attain such goods. This is where the adventure starts. We didn't know where the Dominos was, but we figured we knew our way around the town enough that we could eventually find it.

There was much fault in our logic.

While driving around, I spotted a Dominos sign across the street from our favorite pet store. We examined the scene - but there was no pizza place. We drove around the block and looked over the grounds again... still no pizza place. Then we went to the grocery store to beat some directions out of someone. We spotted our victim - an old lady. She gave very vague directions that lead us back to the first place we were. We decided to look harder around the area. But the damn Dominos just wasn't there. We were pissed. We lowered ourselves to ask some shady characters at the gas station. Upon following their directions we started to think that we were just idiots for attempting this dinner venture... Or maybe the shady characters were just breathing in too much gasoline fumes.

Our last effort came when we stopped at Otto's produce barn. We had no intentions of purchasing produce, we just wanted to ask Otto for some directions. To our suprise, Otto delivered the goods! We finally found Dominos!

But now, we had to wait 15 min to receive our pizza... drat... Well, we decided to sight-see around the Vandal Campus. And boy, are they living large over there! They have all these neat, really old-looking buildings and nice big trees around campus. Even their greek row was nice. To top it off, we were totally impressed by a random stair case. And we're not easily impressed...

Lastly, I think I could eat about 20 packages of that icing for the cinna-stix before vomiting violently...




Slapped up here on 7/26/2002 06:30:00 PM by: Me, Suzy...

Sometimes, spiders just deserve to die. Especially when they are huge, and residing right outside your house in extreme numbers. And sometimes, it's necessary to use almost a whole can of pest spray to commit arachnid homicide. Just seeing them slowing walk away with their 8 puny legs gives me the willies, so I spray those bugs DEAD! See you in hell, daddy long legs...


Slapped up here on 7/19/2002 05:46:00 PM by: Me, Suzy...

Idahodians are always good for a laugh. They're just so weird! Weirder than Canadians! In specific, I will speak of the abundance of big bushy beards on old gray-haired men. One time I spotted 3 in one day! I just can't help but think that with the 100 degree weather slowly killing us that those old guys are hot under those beards! You'd think personal comfort would come before old-fart fashion, but I guess not.


Slapped up here on 7/14/2002 03:01:00 PM by: Me, Suzy...

To walk to class it takes me 18 minutes door to door. During this daily walk I often have to distract myself from the thought of death hill. When my legs start to feel like they are going to fall off, I start to think about the possiblility of my legs actually falling off... And from there, I start to ponder the major hospital bills that would develop. From this point, I go on to remind myself that I've never had surgery before... this makes me wonder if my insides look like what they are actually supposed to look like. What if, instead of a liver and kindeys and intestines and stuff, my abdomen was actually full of Macaroni & Cheese and Tiki Punch. That would be unfortunate.


Slapped up here on 7/06/2002 08:21:00 PM by: Me, Suzy...

On nights when I have trouble getting to sleep, and there is nothing on TV I sometimes stick my tounge out and see how dry it can get before it is rendered useless... And, if you do it right, and your tounge gets dry enough, when you put your tounge back in your mouth you can taste the acid nature of your saliva. It's sort of like your own late night science experiment...


Slapped up here on 7/01/2002 09:14:00 PM by: Me, Suzy...