The key to being a stalker

Stalkers. Ninjas. That random guy creeping on you from the ninth story window as you read this post. They're all relatively the same thing. And all of them have one very important skill to what they do- it must be, above all, secret. Ninjas wouldn't be awesome if we knew what they did; the guy wouldn't be creepy if he was screaming at you that he was looking at you; and when you don't keep stalking a secret, you get reported to the police. That's just unproductive.

Now, you may be wondering where does the quote come in? From this girl who informed her friend in a very audible whisper, "Secretly, I'm a stalker."

Two key points I would like to make about this. One: It's not a secret anymore you silly girl! You don't tell people this kind of stuff!! GOSH! Two: Who you stalkin' girl? Cuz if he's cute, please introduce me and I'll have a grand ol' time getting to know him and getting into his bed so you can be all sad-face that your stalkee is now taken. THAT'S WHAT YOU GET FOR TELLING THE SECRET!!

PS. I'd stalk this guy!

Kat B

The Wyoming Ocean

Sometimes the best things in life are those that are unexpected. Like getting cookies in the mail, or Kmart adds. Who doesn't love Kmart adds? But maybe the greatest surprise is finding out that there are crabs in Wyoming.

"Wait, crab..in Wyoming....in the cafeteria?" Said the girl behind me in disbelief.

Yes, hun. There is also a huge ocean taking up half of what used to be Wyoming where they get them. Did you know there is this marvelous thing called transportation? Nowadays it doesn't take six months to cross the continent. I wouldn't be laughing my butt off, or even mildly amused, if this came from a ditsy cheerleader (sorry, as a psychology major I should know that stereotypes aren't always accurate, but this is the first thing that came to mind), however, it came from the mouth of a "I'm a tough basketball/ track star" type athlete.

She could have been talking about those genetically mutated hermit crabs I set loose. Those little goobers just can't resist people. My bad.

Acceptance- Apparently underrated

So today in Prexy's there was a small little group of people sitting with a sign that said 'Random Acts of Homosexuality.' Now I have no idea what they were doing or what was really going on there, but regardless they made me smile. It's nice to know people can be okay with others and what they choose to do with and be in their lives.

What made me laugh outright however, was the guy walking along in the opposite direction who exclaimed in a very whiny and oddly petulant voice, "Why do we have to be accepted on this campus?!" Well, you see dear Sir, it's really all just to piss you off. We know you like being an outsider so we're going to make everyone accepted to make you be really creative in order to be judged harshly by others. No longer can you simply be gay. No, now you must do something more original and horrific.

If I may offer to you some suggestions: become a cannibal (no one approves of that unless you're stuck on some island with nothing to eat but your dead buddy Paul), eat some Mongolian cat (see previous post about this delicious snack that tends to horrify others), or kidnap, kill, and wear the skin of other humans around campus (yes we're talking about you Ed Gein).

So the moral of the story is this: Wyoming is just too darn accepting of all of us diverse people and if you want to be judged you are left with the option of doing something entirely gruesome, or you could always just move somewhere else.

PS. So guys, I was thinking...we should start an "I love serial killers" club here on campus. Who wants to join?

Kat B.

Hay and it's apparent many uses

So Kat S. has already introduced herself by filling you in on an interesting comment heard at dinner and I thought I would start by telling you about one of my first classes here on campus. The teacher, in the space of an hour, made three separate references to hay. Now, note: I am not a Wyoming native- in fact, in total I have been here less than two weeks. So, needless to say, I didn't get any of said references. So here they are:
1. "It's like watching a bail of wet hay."
     Side note: I now understand this. Wet hay can apparently spontaneously and randomly catch fire. So I get that now.
2. After referencing different cultures and how some are assumed to be the same: "It's like saying there's only one kind of hay."
    Wait...there's more than one?? Well, slap my butt and call me ignorant. Who woulda thunk it?
3. In reference to doing your homework: "As important as hay."
    What? Now I'm confused. Are you telling me not to do my homework? Cuz that's definitely what I'm getting out of this...

So all, there you have it. I don't know anything about hay, probably won't for some time to come, and yes, we do hear random things around campus so entertain yourselves with that.

PS Hot pots are the absolute frickin' best inventions on the planet. Just sayin'.

And for your entertainment: Well Kat S. already gave you a picture of a kitty so I shall resort tooooo a picture of...........one of the most attractive guys ever!

Kat B <3

And to think I opened the door.

It seems that college students have plenty that they could regret: not studying for an exam (or not doing homework), having one drink too many (and funny thing is, in a town this size, if you are pulled over for anything, you are asked if you have been drinking), or going for the wrong major...five times. Or, if you are the girl in Washakie (the University's dining center): "I can't believe I opened the door for that bitch."

Now that is one understandable regret. I wouldn't want to open the door for "that bitch" either, whom ever she may be. I can't imagine what makes her a bitch. Maybe she stole your chocolate mint cookie (Washakie has excellent desserts)? God knows, but if she did that, I would be pissed too. Cookies are too valuable to leave in the care of anyone but yourself. Everyone knows that to college kids food is life. We just can't get enough.

Another thing about college is the dorms. From our room you could creep on people in Washakie, the frat houses, and the lawns and roads in between. Just a moment ago we saw a blond frat guy in a suit (Kat one, looking out the window: "Cute blond frat guy in a suit." Kat two, runs over to window: "Ooooh, hello blond frat guy in a suit...what are you doing?!" Hehe, yeah, this is us on a good day. Needless to say, we are crazy). I would suggest bringing ear plugs; those frat guys can be loud at the oddest hours. Also, don't learn the hard way like we did: bring a f***ing fan. It's hot in the dorms. 

One more note: be careful around us. We are very odd in the fact that we find great amusement in disturbing things. Someone mentioned a cat and gross food at the dinner table (whether in conjunction or not), and staring straight at the Mongolian food station, I spurted out, "Mongolian cat." I guess not all of the people at the table appreciated the mental image. The Kats were greatly amused at the thought of either 1) some strange Mongolian fighting cat, or 2) a Mongolian fried cat as the main course of the next meal. Either way, beware. Guess that is what happens when you both want to go into law enforcement, see dead people so that you can mess with them scientifically, and watch too many episodes of Criminal Minds and Law and Order when you should be sleeping.


So yeah, whenever we hear some odd conversation on our adventures around campus we shall post. Enjoy.

Kat S.