Weekend of Doom Post the First: Attack Rats, Drunken Twister, and KOTOR

This weekend tried to eat me. But, since I am writing this, it is clear that I shall live to Wren another day. I am also very tired, but I think that's a given. I don't think many of us got much sleep, really.

Friday night was relatively calm. Himi came over, and we all fought over KOTOR. Sarah, Maddo, me, AND Himi have games going right now. (In fact, Sarah just yelled down the steps that even MATT has started a game...this house has been inundated by Star Wars geekery.) There was a short crisis where we thought the Xbox had overheated and the video card was EXPLODING, but it turned out to be my TV. I'm not too happy about it, since it's definitely too new to be pulling crap like this, but at least it's not the Xbox. The TV will flicker randomly, but if you switch it from AV back to TV and then back...it's fine again for hours. I was thinking I'd have to replace the TV, but if it doesn't get worse I won't bother. Also possible that it's some bizarre bleedthrough from the cable. We've had bad luck with boxes this semester.

Saturday afternoon I was attacked by S.T. Strange. I know some of you remember his earlier tendency to leap from the hands of random housemates and literally swan dive into my cleavage (9.5!!), but this is very different from a fully adult rat aiming for your FACE. Allow me to qualify this statement. Recently he has discovered that he can leap from the couch to the floor without killing himself. Unfortunately, he's a very big wuss, so he prefers to jump onto something that's not the floor. He's also learned that humans make very safe ramps down to the Carpet Wonderland.

So there I am, sitting about two feet from the arm of the couch, watching the rat run along the edge of the armrest trying to find a safe way to the floor. He stares at me, shifts back and forth like a cat, and then keeps running back and forth some more. I'm laughing at how cute he is when all of a sudden he LAUNCHES himself at my face. Time slowed down enough for the image of him flying through the air at me, fur puffed out, claws outstretched to gain purchase on me to be forever burned into my brain. Gravity takes over, and instead of landing on my face a la an Aliens movie, he channels Wolverine and latches onto my forearm, swinging around it to land safely. He's absolutely terrified from his mini-adventure, so I laugh and try to calm him down. My arm starts stinging, so I inspect it...

...There is blood oozing from no fewer than six cuts. The smallest two are an inch long, and the larger ones are paired and are about three inches long. Two of them actually criss-cross. I have no idea what the little bastard did to make such beautiful patterns, but my arm has been covered by Batman bandaids since then. It's actually kind of stylish if I don't think about how many people think I'm a cutter. =X

Then, on Saturday night we played Drunken Twister. At this point, most of us weren't actually drunk, but we'd all had two or three drinks, and that definitely made it interesting. I didn't drink much at all that night anyway, but Matt, Sarah, Trevor, and John certainly did. After Himi sees that I've posted these pics, he'll probably wish he'd had more than he did so he'd have an excuse for that pose.

All the pics of me ended up terribly blurry, but the boys seemed to get lucky (or unlucky) when it came to Sarah's camera.


Yes, channel that bad 80s music, Himi. XD


Butts! John, Daryl, and Himi, all just asking to be kicked. Or victimized by cameras.


Matt was booty dancing off camera. I am surprised he did not rip his jeans...


The Evil masterminds: "uh....right hand....foot...purple?"
"Purple is not an option, Daryl."
"RED! I meant RED."
No, that did not happen. But it SHOULD HAVE.


This is a good example of why I will never have children. I'd probably give birth to triplets who would act like these three for THEIR ENTIRE LIVES.


This is right after I fell over, so I figured I'd bunny ear Maddo in her moment of agony.

After Twister I stopped drinking and took a walk while Matt drank himself into oblivion with Trevor. John had a fun night between the alcohol and the porn I bought him from the porn store (no, there is no story behind this. Stop blinking like that.) I bought him a digest three-pack of erotica which I was initially going to give him in the middle of Cell Bio, but I decided not to once I opened the pack and took a look. The top digest was hetero sex...and the other two were incest mags. And they were really badly written. So now I'm even more convinced that I should publish my erotica. I mean really. How is the word "globules" sexy?

Needless to say, incest porn is a lot funnier when the two guys reading it aloud are drunk.

Trevor, apparently, was also the King of No Pants. We found this out when he left the bedroom at 3AM to go pee and announced it loudly to everyone. Sarah and I were in the hall, in a dark area where he couldn't really see us, and she didn't know he was wearing boxers. So she freaks out, sees Maddo in her room, and starts screaming "I didn't look! I didn't look!" Trevor comes back out, hears us laugh, and freezes in shock (think Kronk and his theme song.)

"I hear voices..."
"Go to bed, Trevor!"
"AAAAH!" *flee for bedroom*

Sunday gets a post to itself, otherwise there will be too much in this post. >>