When did I ask for more excitement?

Adventure #1:
I was sitting in my room, headphones on, door closed, doing homework. Suddenly Kathleen busts through the door screaming "BAT!!! BAT!!!" and slams it behind her to go hide under her covers. I had been hearing wierd squeeking coming from the bathroom ceiling all day, so I figured she had found the source of the sound. I go out to investigate, leaving poor Kathleen with her ear pressed to the inside of the door waiting to hear sounds of my being eaten by the rabid flying rodent. Alyssa called campus safety to come collect the thing, but first we needed to find it. We carefully checked the dark rooms on this floor, and were gazing behind furniture when I saw it. Climbing over the top of the corner cabinet is this furry face. Oh man, it was scary. I for some reason ran to the door to my bedroom, and planted myself opposite of Kathleen's ear. By this time, the thing was flying at an amazing rate around the living room, zooming about 2 inches from my face. I'm usually not afraid of animals or stuff like that, but I was screaming like a little girl. The campus safety dude showed up real quick after that, which was good cause Kath totally thought I was going to die of fright. He caught it really fast, one good swoop of his net. He quickly deposited it outside, and I calmed down. Scary, man, that thing was scary.

Adventure #2:
My friend Mary is in my senior seminar class with me. She wasn't feeling very good yesterday. We went to class to sit through a few people's lifeview presentations, including mine about my life being a box. During the first girl's presentation, Mary whispers to me, "Paula, I feel really light headed." I didn't want her puking, but I didn't know how bad it was, so I just gave her some water and told her to put her head on her desk and rest. Then, a few minutes later, I hear, "Paula, I think I'm going to throw up." Mary was really not looking so good. See the white paint on that wall? That's about how pale she was. I believed the sincerity of the situation then, and tried to help her out of the room. It was more like I dragged her half-fainted form across the carpet and about half-way down the hall to the bathroom. We almost made it when she busted out. She got a good portion all over the floor before I could grab the nearest garbage can. After more came out than I thought possible could go into such a tiny person, we got her to the bathroom to calm down some. After a few minutes of telling stories of my puking history, she was breathing more normally, the tingling in her hands had come down, and she was closer to yellow than white. I called my other housemates to come gather the poor child and take her home, and by the time they arrived at least her cheeks were a little rosier. I then got to go back to class and give a rousing version of "Paula's life." It went off without a hitch, unless you count the whole friend nearly fainting and puking all over the floor thing.

Hey God, no more adventures for a few days, okay? I need to get some work done.