Jeggings, the almost skunk, and a groundhog scare

Yes, folks my life has become quite the interesting story within the last few days. I know you're just jumping up and down with excitement.

First things first, jeggings. What are jeggings you may ask? If you don't know, consider yourselves one of the lucky few who don't have to witness the "legging" epidemic seen here currently at JMU. You know what I'm talking about right? Some girls, no names, (but mostly sorostitutes) have decided that wearing a shirt with no pants is acceptable attire for class. Instead or wearing pants, they wear leggings. Somewhere, I missed the memo that jeans and khakis were being replaced.

Most of the outfits look like this:

However, when you wear leggings, you are supposed to wear them 2 sizes too small to get the full effect.

Anyways, on to the jeggings. Jeggings, therefore are Jean-leggings. Yes. Well, Tuesday before fieldwork I purchased a pair of skinny jeans that show off my fossil boots. I cam home and tried them on for my roommates to get their opinions. Everything was fine until I took off the jeans and noticed on the tag they were "Jeggings". The horror! The good news is that they are not tight and are actually made of jean, so where the jeggings came from, I'm not sure. But believe it or not, I am the proud owner of this new fad. Where can someone purchase an item of such caliber? Your best bet is H&M or American Apparel. Just remember do subtract two regular sizes from your jean size so they fit in all the wrong places.

As for the skunk, well, on an early morning adventure (and I use that term loosely) to the gym, Whitney happened to come across the furry creature blocking our path. One minute we're just walking, the next minute, we're frozen in fear. Who was more scared? It's a toss up. The skunk scurried away in mere seconds while Whitney and I took the long way to the gym. Crisis Averted.

Last, but not least - the ground hog scare. There is nothing scarier than taking out the trash and coming within mere inches of a wild animal (see skunk story above). Well - maybe seeing Ghetto Gangster boys at the dumpster - anyways, at the last second I saw him and he saw me. He came towards me (this is the ground hog mind you) and then scurried into the hole. Nothing drastic or incredibly excited, but what is it with these wild animal encounters? I'm thinking I'll skip hiking this weekend just so I don't take any chances with a bear.

Until next time, no news is good news.