Fleas are everywhere in our household. I don't think I emphasized this enough: in Washington State alone, we're having the worst flea season in history. I am finding fleas in my beverages, in my bed, and of course on the animals. Last night, my mom found approximately seven inhabiting her shirt as she laid in bed.
I can't sleep. I'm paranoid of the fleas. I can imagine them crawling through my hair, in areas they shouldn't be, crawling inside my mouth and ears... At ungodly hours, I'll wake up and check myself to see if I could find any fleas on me. When I don't, I hastily fall asleep again. If I do find fleas, I panic, continue searching, before hesitantly falling asleep again.
Did you know female fleas can produce an estimated amount of 100 eggs each day?
Another reason why I'm paranoid...
This is obviously outrageous. People say they have fleas in their house, but don't own any pets. I pray for a drastic winter, wiping these fleas to almost extinction.
The parents bought more anti-flea stuff. We're buying items that aren't hazardous to our pets or ourselves. That's good.
Though the powder irritates my breathing, it's a nice solution to kill fleas. Or, at least, keep them away from a certain area.
In relation to pests, I want to talk about BMW owners...
Why are you BMW owners such douche-bags? Why do you have to drive your BMW like it's invincible? I understand; BMW's are nice to drive AND own. But you seriously don't need to think you BMW owners are all that and a cup of tea because you own something Germany invented. You people don't stop for civilians, weave through lanes, cut off cars, and drive as if your accelerator is jammed to the floor.
If I owned a BMW, I wouldn't drive it. I would build a house around it then show it off to my friends every time they entered my home.
;)
Nah, seriously though... BMW owners will forever be unbelievably crude drivers.
My day was alright. I learned simple slope-intercept stuff in math. Then in ENGL, we met at the computer lab to discover a new program that'll allow group members to type up drafts simultaneously and synchronizing the words being typed as the writer types.
The only issue I had with doing the synchronized program was when the teacher kept interrupting our sessions. She would butt in, tell us what was wrong, then leave. She would come back AGAIN, locate the flaws in our writing, then leave once more. It was UTTERLY frustrating! I hate it when people get into my unfinished business. When I'm ready to share it to the world, I'll share it to the world. But during a time of revisions, I don't want to be told what's wrong. Obviously there will be grammatical errors and other misuses. That's because it's a DRAFT!!! You scribble out your ideas BEFORE putting them in a nice, orderly fashion.
Jesus...
Well, I couldn't say anything since she IS the teacher... But I lost my determination in trying to sift through my group members' ideas to put them together as something professional.
... Did I mention the guy from my college who wears formal clothing daily? He wears a top hat, a felt overcoat, black slacks, shiny black shoes and carries a briefcase. Whether he's a part of a cult that role plays the 1800s, or the dude is simply strange.
Actually, I think his wardrobe is fascinating! If he can wear that kind of clothing to a modern-day college, he has some balls.
When class was over, I drove home in the WORST WEATHER POSSIBLE!!!!! Huge rain drops flooded the streets. The pouring rain blinded me as I sped down highways. Lightning strikes flashed above me and only a couple miles away. The thunder boomed, rumbling the streets beneath me. There was a moment when a lightning strike struck somewhere which made C89.5's station become static for a few seconds. I was sincerely petrified...
Once home, I ran inside and seated myself, relieved I was safe.
I tinkered with homework, I hung out on IMVU, and now I'm watching Mason sleep over Skype.
TTFN
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A military guide leads a tour to the mystical Mount Paektu. It was here, official lore says, that Kim Il Sung fought for independence from Japanese occupiers in the 1930s.
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