So it's been how many days now since I've been freed from brain labour? A few days I guess. The early signs of holiday-ia has already taken hold, I have no sense of what day of the week it is already.
I'm still not completely out of the exam mode, though. I still have my school books lying around, I still have to go to school tomorrow to finish off my leaving form, and I still need to get out of the house.
What have I been doing since Sociology ended on that faithful Thursday? (OH,today is Friday, so it's only been a day after exam) First thing I did was switch on my computer and started downloading One Tree Hill. I'm telling you, that series just cries out to me. I LOVE CHAD MICHAEL MURRAY!
So let me just tell you what happened less than an hour ago. It's almost traumatising, so if you don't want to have horrifying mental images to haunt you for three days, I suggest you go back and watch Bob the Builder and leave the conversations to big sister and brother, ok?
So I just got out of the shower, my hair dripping wet as I enter my room. I open my closet door and [cue scream] I saw a cockroach running behind my clothes.
EW EW EW EW EW.
And it was GIGANTIC. Like the size of Texas. I quickly went to my parents' room and told them that there was a huge ass cockroach terrorising my closet. I told this to my dad and he just told me to wait.
WAIT?! Are you kidding me?! In the thirty seconds that I was waiting can you imagine what the cockroach could have done? It could have laid eggs everywhere, or worse, poop, fart and pee all at the same time! You have no idea what they are capable of, especially in thirty seconds.
So I went back to my room, looking out for movement in the closet, hoping the cockroach won't escape to terrorise me by surprise somewhere else unexpected.
My mom finally came into my room (take note that my dad was in their room and didn't move an inch). She was equipped with an unused house slipper (the type you steal from the hotel rooms). She moved my clothes around and the cockroach come out of hiding.
I can't remember much of what happened as it all happened so fast. It was all so blurry [cue back of hand on forehead like a helpless damsel in distress]. All I could hear was the slipper hitting the closet wall and floor and then finally a crunching sound.
I saw that the cockroach was turned upside down and only one of its legs was moving.
YES!
But hold up. Can you believe my mom just picked it up from its antenna and threw it into the coverless dustbin in her room?! First of all, I wouldn't touch even the ends of the antennae with my feet. Secondly, my mom placed the cockroach in her room! Like the cockroach could come back to life and attack my parents while they sleep tonight. That zombie cockroach will be damn pissed if you ask me. There's no stopping it from whistling out to its family and swarm my parents!
Oh my god, the taught of it is just like those horror movies.
EW EW EW EW EW.
Anyways, lets all hope the cockroach is still in the dustbin tomorrow morning.
When my mom went into her room to throw the cockroach, my dad asked 'Already?'
Before I get married, I must enlist my future husband-to-be in an Insects, Creepy Crawlies and Other Icky Things Extermination Camp. This is where people are trained to be fearless and impervious to attacks from insects, creepy crawlies and other icky things. One of us has to keep our household safe. I know I'm totally falling into the typical girlie stereotype (which I'm not), but seriously, who cares when your life is at stake here?
Anyways, did you guys miss my blog entries? Hehe.
I missed blogging!
I love blogging!
