Fruit Flies and Psychic Abilities

Yo dawgs,

Just a few rants before I forget about them. So something very interesting happened to me last night. I couldn't fall asleep right away due to the fact that I had a few things on my mind: first day of work on Tuesday, my exciting day in Salem, and a very long list of things to accomplish on Monday. That, plus a strange feeling that something I'd hung on my walls would fall in the middle of the night and scare the poop out of me. I'm not quite sure why I thought that would happen this night in particular. I mean, Lauren and I hung at least 10-15 pictures on the wall and not one fell down during the minor earthquake Boston experienced last week (granted, a few have fallen since then). I tend to get rather irrational right before going to sleep, so none of this really surprised me.

I slipped into my usual very unusual dreams. You know, weddings, saving the day, tripping, forgetting my locker combination in high school. I was dreaming that my friend from home was asking me whether or not I'd heard from a friend I'd made this summer. I told her no, not really. Then BAM. A loud noise woke me up at 5:30am. I flipped on my light, checked my walls, and two pictures had fallen down. Coincidence? Yeah, probably. Still very odd that what I fleetingly feared before falling asleep actually happened, though. Naturally, I then checked my phone to see if I'd missed any messages/calls/to check the time. I had a text message. From that person my friend had asked me about in my dream. Coincidence? Yeah, probably. But I accurately consciously and subconsciously "predicted" two things that happened.

I guess I kind of understand how some people might think they have some special "gift" and are psychic or something. Actually no, I still think those people are insane. I have deja vu all the time, and certain things from my dreams happen in real life and vice versa, but I'm not about to quit my day job and tell people whether or not they'll be rich some day.

Rant #2: We have a lot of fruit flies in our apartment. And it's starting to piss me off. They're not the really tiny, slow ones that you can easy clap-murder. They're slightly larger, much faster, and seem to know when you're trying to kill them. They can actually dodge your seemingly cheerful murder attempt. And let me tell you, they're everywhere. They're in my face when I'm cooking dinner. They're in the shower when I open the door to turn on the water. They're in my room when I'm about to go to sleep. They're orbiting my head when I'm watching TV on the couch. But when I furiously clap my hands to try to kill one, they're definitely not on my palm when I check to see if I was successful. Instead, my clapper light is turning on and off, and my neighbors must think we're really excited all the time. I'm definitely not looking forward to finding all of their tiny dead bodies when it gets below freezing around here.

The end.