So, you guys know about the prom, right? The awesometatiousful site *I'll* be hosting here? On Saturday? Well, if not, go read about it here! I can't wait!
Did you guys know I HAAAATE bugs? Well, not really "hate" them, more just like "am scared of". So I'm scared of bugs. Like, I'm fine if they're far away from me and barely moving and super tiny. But if they're moving and huge and swarming me, I'm. Gonna. FREAK. I will never ever ever ever ever be a bug exterminator. Ever.
There was some moth on the wall in the room where I usually keep my laptop. And it was just there, wasn't even moving. I was still uncomfortable. So I quickly grabbed my laptop and scrambled to the couch.
I could've asked one of my parents to whack it with a magazine. But I had a feeling they were gonna say, "It's just a butterfly! It won't hurt you! It's harmless, it's cute!"
W-r-o-n-g. I recently read an article about mutant butterflies. Real mutant butterflies. I mean, sure, they mutated because of a nuclear explosion, but still. THEY'RE MUTANT. ("Mutant" and "mutated" are related words, right? If not, I acknowledge my stupidity to not check dictionary.com.)
*shudder* See, look at that!! I just shuddered thinking about those CREEPY CRAWLIES! Erg, so vile! You know the same time I would say the same things I said? If I was at a public restroom in one of the stalls when I hear someone yell out, "Woah, there's mold on the toilet seats!" Then I would shudder, think "erg, so vile", and then deep clean my butt. That's how horrible I think bugs are. Except I wouldn't deep clean my butt. . .
Hahhhh. . . Small round green vegetables.