I have come to the reality that I only have 12 frantic days left in Colorado. I don't know how I am going to get it all done, but I imagine I will. This is kinda difficult timing as I take my MPRE (Ethics) exam this Saturday, so this week I will be studying, packing and working at the same time! I feel calm for the most part and I can finally sleep because I am usually exhausted by the end of the day. J More great news is that I haven't started to eat my emotions yet. (Yet is the keyword!)

I also have to tell you that somewhere around my home is a mouse that is somehow slightly deformed and possibly not dead. You see, it hit the trap and SURVIVED! I told you these are like ninja-israeli trained mice! I secretly think that this is why I can't sleep. I think that he is hiding somewhere in my house just waiting for me to fall asleep so he can eat my face or dump poison down my throat. Just the thought of it freaks me out. And then I thought about all the mice we've killed and how bad I felt because I wondered if there were ghost mice haunting the house and that is the pitter-patter I hear sometimes upstairs. I don't know. My BFF Daniela recommended a much more humane approach to the killing. She recommended that I capture them in a humane trap, then take them down to the Cherry Creek and drown them. J She's an idiot, and plus, that would be much worse for me.

Ever since I was a child, I've always had this ridiculous fear of revenge by small animals or inanimate objects like Barbies and dolls. When I was younger I would go to my grandmother's ranch in Parral, Chihuahua where I would play ALL DAY in the fields and the mountains with my cousins. There were these horrific brown toads all over the hills that made them look like rocks. My cousins would tell me to never step on a frog or else it would find me in the middle of the night and pee in my mouth. Sure enough, one day I stepped on that ugly sonofa..., and that whole night I was petrified! I swear to this day that I heard their footsteps as they crept closer to my bed, but I didn't think they could climb up, which was a huge relief. Although, I guess they could've jumped if they wanted to. Another fear that was instilled me since I was a little girl, was to not play with your dolls after the sun went down. My cousins told me that if you did, they would come to life and scare you in the middle of the night. I was never much of a doll player, but my sister was and I would get nervous as the sun started to set, and she was still playing with her stupid dolls. So, as the sun set, I grabbed all her dolls; duct taped or tied them up and I threw them on top of the closet shelf; closed the door and placed a chair in front of the door with books stacked on top of it. This strategy worked for me since I never got attacked by those stupid dolls.

Wish me luck as I pack up, I hope that I don't find the zombie mouse somewhere behind the couch or in a shoe. GROSS!!

I'll give you a hint and again, Maktub.

Here's a fun fact about me. I secretly wish I could be a ghost hunter or a paranormal specialist. Anyone who loves me and knows me understands that this is a ridiculous passion of mine. I watch Ghost Hunters, Ghost Hunters International, Destination Truth, and Paranormal University. I love it. It makes me scared, but I love it. I think it all started with the television show Unsolved Mysteries. I loved that show! Although I was scared when the alien episodes would come up because for some reason I thought they would know that I was watching a show about them and want to abduct me to teach me a lesson. But my grandma told me they didn't abduct Mexicans, only Americans. That made me feel slightly better but I worried that they would think I was American because I lived in the US. I am happy to report I have never been abducted. Not that I know of at least. ooy.

As much as I love paranormal stuff, I really hate Haunted Houses. I know, it's a bit stupid, but it's the truth. It's similar to me loving cream cheese but I hate cheesecake. Weird right? I agreed to go to a Haunted Corn Maze tonight but I thought it was just a corn maze that you had to find your way out and life would be fun and giggly. I was wrong. I didn't think it was also a haunted house. I just figured those two are a bad combination because who wants to be walking around in a stupid corn maze knowing that there is some-thing out there. I don't. I hate the way people scare you and I can't help but think that some disgruntled and messed up mental person is going to dress up as a character but have a real chain saw. That would suck. That is why I hate haunted houses.

I also hate them because I scream my head off and I always have to go the bathroom right before I enter or else I am afraid I will pee myself. I'm not going to say its happened before, but I'm not going to say it hasn't happened either. I just don't appreciate that type of a scare. And I feel bad for the poor bastard I punch in the face for scaring me. On top of that, my nerves are shot from the anxiety and I have a vivid and wild imagination and I start thinking of Mel Gibson's movie where the aliens are in the corn fields and he's chasing them and then BAM! He sees a leg in the dark walk into the corn maze! OOOYYYYY!!

So, we'll see how tonight goes. I'll probably pee my pants and get embarrassed but at least I went. Truth be told, I'd probably freak out if I were to do a real paranormal event, but I think I would love it! I keep wanting to do one but I have yet to find a cool one. I tried to do a haunted denver tour once and it was kinda wack. I want a psychic to come with me and tell me what they feel when we walk into a creepy old building. That would be awesome.

Anyways, wish me luck. I'll let you know if I peed my pants. At this point I have no shame, so it's possible.

Happy Friday!