jerk.

Every night, an adamant spider creates a masterfully intricate work of art between a bush and my dad's truck on my driveway.


I walk through this web EVERY NIGHT.

Last night was no different, and it was particularly HUGE too. I walked right through it and continued cursing my way to my car parked in front of the house, frustratingly peeling off the sticky string. To make matters worse, I realized the jerk was on my ARM by the time I got to the bottom of my driveway.


*shudder*



You would think I'd have learned my lesson by now, but alas...



I haven't.




rawr.


[And no. This is not a metaphor.]

~/~

Today, I found a notebook that I kept when I was in the fourth grade. I curiously flipped it open to the first page to find this:

It reads:
"How was your first day in fourth grade?

My first day in fourth grade was great because we didn't really do that much, but it [was] kind of boring that way but I still liked it."

What a rebel. ;)

love. peace.