Well, this is just my luck. I'm in the midst of writing more in my story (and I had a pretty good tempo going) when sis starts... screaming?... about the mosquito in the house. The -one- mosquito in the house. Albeit the thing was easily one inch big... it's still an effing mosquito. So, the next five minutes has me trying to stun it with a spritz from my lil spray-gun... but that doesn't phase it much. In comes the vacuum cleaner and in goes the mosquito. Yay!

But then sis gets scared about the two cockroaches in the garage when she's putting back the vacuum cleaner (since she gave me a headache with her incessant squealing) so she quickly dumps the Hoover just outside the door before closing the lights and shutting the door.

How she ever ended up being the older sister I'll never know... and ironically she's watching a show on TLC about humanity's interdependence with insects.

But because of that I can't write anymore tonight. (On the plus side, I added about 1,000 words to the story)

Anyways, wednesday was spent at the mall. I was considering not going (to work on that damned commissioned portrait) but I did anyways... and ended up running into five people I knew. First there were Taylor and Sarah (with this boy that I didn't know, but he was play-flirting with me... oh, if only he knew), Steph when I was just oustide Spencers, and Erin inside Urban Jungle. Yeesh.

Scored an awesome Iron Chef shirt (on sale too!) at Hot Topic. I'm really appalled by the "emo wear" they're selling. It's not really emo unless you get it at Savers or any other second-hand store. It's almost as bad as the Philippines-made, brand new vintage rugby shirts. What. The. Hell?

Time to go sleep some. G'night.