I hate ants. They’ve been trying to invade my home lately, and I’ve been trying to combat them with some sprays and regular squashings. And I’ve developed looking at my arms every time I feel a little tickle.
They won’t stop crawling on me. And biting me. I’ve just been bitten for what seems to be the third-or-fourth time. And this bite was particularly painful. It was near where the other side of my elbow is. You know, where they find the big vein to give you shots for. The ant bite wasn’t exactly on the big vein, though. So I don’t get the super ant powers?
But now I have about three furious red, tiny dots on my arms and foot.
I don’t do anything useful during the summer.
My family doesn’t plan vacations often. And I’ve no ride to that summer band thing, so I couldn’t have gone.
So far, my list of things to do are composed of these five things:
- Read all of Harry Potter.
- Buy Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows.
- Read the five parts of the trilogy of The Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy.
- Finish reading Good Omens.
- Remember to fill in that darn Summer Reading packet for the Library.
Nothing else. And that list could even be even more condensed. It could be something like:
- Read.
What should I do this summer?
I think, once in late January or early February, there was a time when I was in the car getting driven to Michaels so I could get some yarn. And on the road was a truck that was completely covered in Christmas decorations. I chuckled and wondered ‘what is up with that?!’
But other cars filled with fat, wifebeatered, large-moustached men started honking and sticking out their heads while smoking who-knows-what and shouted “It’s not Christmas anymore. HAHA. Hee-hee. HAA!“ and someone stuck their arm out to point and laughed. Of course, this was when everyone was waiting for the lights to change.
The guy who owned the car seemed to be completely made of up hair and random dirty sheets just shrugged and drove on.