Stalker

15 August 7:59

Well, so much for sleeping in today! I don’t know what it is; whenever I tell myself to sleep in, I maybe sleep an extra thirty minutes longer than I normally do. Is this how my body repays me? By telling me, “Ha, ha. You thought you were going to sleep in! Ha, ha. Sucker!!” It keeps me on a regular sleep schedule I suppose, though.

Maybe my body needs to some sleep to recover from all the trauma it’s been facing lately, though. I admit it. I’m a mosquito-bite scratcher. And I admit, it doesn’t help in the long run. This summer, though, I not only have been getting the mosquito bites themselves, but huge bruise-like welts around the bite. Help? The buggers also think this year, apparently, that it would be funny to bite me in weird places like my fingers and my earlobe. I would seriously rather have one billion mosquito bites than four on the fingers and one on the earlobe, like I do now. I look like a deformed freak. Seriously.

In better news, I think I’ll go to the beach today, because the busses are supposed to run more often than on Sundays. I mean, if they’re supposed to run every thirty minutes, even if they’re half an hour late, they’re still running ever thirty. Right? (I hope) And if I have to walk home again? Well, I hope my toes enjoy not only blisters, but busted blisters. Man, I’m in good shape, eh? Between my counted three hundred, or so, mosquito bites in one week from our honeymoon in Mexico or the strange bites I’ve had this week, I’ve decided I’m just not cut out for the tropics, as much as I like the beach. Shoot.

Other than that, not much is going on. I had an oral presentation yesterday, so that was thoroughly non-fun. I also had a lecture on French politics, which was slightly more interesting. The French never can make up their minds. Can they? I think that’s one of the most interesting things about French history; if something stayed the same for ten years or more, it’s probably because there was a monarch, and he liked to terrorize the people for fun.

And in other sad news, what’s with the youngest daughter here? Seriously, the coming into my room all the time bugs me. But that’s not why I lock my door at night. I do it because the windows are open when I sleep, and if they’re open and the door’s unlocked, the door opens, too. So, as I’m putting in earrings to try to mask gorilla earlobe, I see the door handle trying to turn. I hear a body pressing against the door, trying to push it open. Seriously, dude, if I had been sleeping and you came in to check on me or say ‘hello’, there’s a good chance I would’ve strangled you. I don’t appreciate being woken up by my dog, husband, or mom. But I love them, so I don’t strangle them. I don’t love you. Can you guess what the result will be, then? Because I’ve hunted down other people I don’t love and strangled them for waking me up. Please go away.