Blonde Brain part II

Well, if you read the first post Blonde Brain Part I then you know how mentally "blonde" I really am. If you haven't... you should. It will give you a little insight to my craziness. Here are a few recent stories about my Blonde Brain.

Redbox Amnesia 
One Friday night I was not feeling very well so I decided to rent a movie, order a pizza, and eat junk food all while laying on my couch. So I ordered my pizza, set up a little station near my couch, and headed out to the Redbox down the street. After perusing the available movies I choose "The Lorax" and "What to Expect When You're Expecting". I paid for the movies. Grabbed a movie, hopped in my car and began driving away. A friend text me and I told them what I was doing and I realized I rented two movies and walked away with one. I was half way to my apartment by this time. I turned around and went back to find my movie was no where to be found. The Redbox showed the movie was not there and the movie wasn't laying on the ground. My only thought was that someone had taken the movie I had paid for. I was hoping whoever the person was would return it in a day and I wouldn't be charged $35 for a movie I still haven't seen. So what did I do? I called the Redbox company. The lady who answered, Amy, was very sweet. I told her what happened and she said the movie was sucked back into the Redbox because it was there for an extended period of time... the best part was I wouldn't be charged for the movie. WOOHOO!!

I'm No Carpenter
Two days later my dad was going to come over and help me hang things up in my apartment. I have lived there for 4-41/2 months and there was nothing on the walls ... sad, but very true, story. I asked my personal Yoda's husband for a drill, which he so graciously let me borrow. My dad came over and began asking me where I wanted things hung up and what tools I had to do the job. -- Have I mentioned that I am in no way shape or form good at making anything look "pretty" when it comes to interior design? Also, I own zero tools and barely know how to use a screw driver. -- So my dad began measuring for me (he had to use a seamstress measure because that is all I own) and we had determined to go get tools from his house after we had measured where I wanted things hung up. I stood there and pretended I knew what he was talking about as he told me what he was doing. He asked me if I had a level. Then he asked me if I had a hammer. Then if I had other things. I looked at him and said, "do I look like I have any of those things? Hello, I assumed the drill bit that was in the drill is what was used for everything!" He laughed at me and began putting his shoes on, that was my cue for us to go to his house and get the appropriate tools for the job. Let's just say I am really glad I did not attempt that on my own. That would be an absolute disaster...

Spunky the Mouse in the Dean B. Ellis Library and Zoo
Almost every night during the week I study with my Chinese friend, Sophia, and my Korean friend, Kate. Last week Sophia and I were sitting in the third floor when we saw this little mouse run by us. We named him Spunky, Spunky the Mouse. We decided we would catch him and release him back into the wild (outside the library). So I crumbled up some of my cookies and made a trail from where he was hiding to an empty trash can we had laid on its side. We went back to doing our homework and Kate joined us for awhile. We told her of sweet little Spunky the mouse and our plan. Kate headed down to a lower level to work on some things and Sophia and I went back to homework. Every now and then we would look up in hopes of seeing Spunky. I noticed he had run into the men's bathroom and was sad because I knew I couldn't go in there and catch him. A librarian walked by soon after we made the discovery of Spunky in the men's bathroom (that is how we knew he was a he). I told the librarian about the mouse being in the men's bathroom. The librarian looked dazed and simply said: "in my 30 years of working here I have never had this as an issue." He continued standing there staring at me. He proceeded to walk into the men's bathroom. We knew he found Spunky when we heard a loud "STOMP!" Sophia and I blame ourselves for the vicious murder of Spunky the Mouse. We miss Spunky.
We picked up the school's newspaper today and noticed an article Library Mouse Stirs Students.