my crunch bar destroyed
Sometimes you have lot of things to complain about in life, but you don't feel like telling anyone. Yesterday lots of bad things happened, yet I avoided my housemates until I could tell them calmly. Right now, I am angry so I am telling my blog about it. My blog, luckily, can have no reaction to my ranting.

Here is the plain and simple truth.

There is a mouse in my room.
Yesterday, this was fine.
My dad assured me that it would not bite me.
That meant that the mouse could remain in peace until I am able to shove it outside.
Today, about 2 minutes ago, I noticed that my crunch bar is 75% gone.
Shreds of silver wrapper cover my desk.
This crunch bar was given to me 3 years ago by Tom Powers.
This crunch bar is important.
This crunch bar is now destroyed.
I am not giving that mouse a name.
It had now better watch out.
Prawin and the bb gun are waiting.

I didn't get to pick huckleberries today.
I did get to host breakfast with the beatles with david.

Yesterday I learned that,
mom's are usually right when it comes to being sick advice (and probably in general too)
and that I am not allergic to wasp stings.
My car, Wallula, is filthy from a dust storm and I think I would like to wash her(?) now.
I feel slightly more calm.

Oh, and my blog has been neglected because somehow I stopped thinking in blogger and began thinking for myself again. It is much less stressful and I am glad for it.
- posted by Lyndsay @ 3:00 PM