it's my birthday and the world makes sense...

...yup! Finally 19. Damn.
Was a good day for the most part.
Despite the fatc that it was a little bit of a repeat of last Friday in that I am swatting mosquitos from yet another party held by Frank.
But I'm at peace now, because I finally get it.
He's SIXTEEN.

GOD EVERYTHING MAKES SENSE NOW! OF COURSE! He's immature and inconsiderate BECAUSE HE'S 16! OH MAN!!

I'm still kinda miffed though
his guests still used our bathroom and they found my toilet paper and used that up in a jiffy, those bastards.

And of course MOSQUITOS! HAHAHAHA
I managed to get Frank to go on a mosquito hunting mission while drunk to make up for that. Despite that though they're still PLENTY here, and they got in my room of course.
I'm already scratching new bites as I type this.
Happy Birthday me. Jesus.

Hiwot called Harjit though which broke up the party and I found out Frank intends on moving. He's a nice kid and all but just, yeah, no. He's at least aware that he's likely to fuck up again, so he tells me. In fact i talked with him tonight longer than I ever have since I met him.

I also found out that Will moved out two weeks ago *shocker* I never see the guy so... well he could've been gone a year and I wouldn't have noticed. haha

Oh and I also saved some ducks today which was kinda cool.
I left to go work on my last school project at 9:30pm and witnessed two ducks walking across the road by my bus stop. A van almost hit them but hit the brakes while honking at them. They scurried to the middle of the road and for the next five minutes, cars were hesitantly trying to drive past them to the point that they actually stopped altogetehr and waited for them to move.
I admit I hesitated at first, but then I ran out into the road and chased the ducks off so people could pass.
A teenage girl smiled and waved at me from one of the cars after that, and another car gave me a quick friendly double-honk in appreciation.
It was kinda cool.

Anyways, two days now and I'll be home!!! *awesome*

please god, kill my roomie...

...before I do.

Okay. Just. ARGH.

Frank seems like a nice enough guy but HONESTLY? WTF?!
He's thrown a big fucking party and in attempts to be considerate tells me "I'm trying to keep them mostly outside."

Like THAT makes a fucking difference!! They're all still using OUR BATHROOM, and making a MESS of it I might add! Not to mention that no one goddamn knocks, they all just try and open the door and are "shocked" when it doesn't open
Apparently, my bedroom door isn't off limits either. God, does it even OCCUR to them that otehr people live here??

I AM SO PISSED OFF RIGHT NOW YOU HAVE NO IDEA.
AND THERE ARE GODDAMN BUGS EVERYWHERE.

*internal screaming*

don't name things you intend to kill later...

...it never ends well.

So for anybody who actually bother reading this shit, you may have noticed that my latest posts seem to revolve entirely around bugs.

If you haven't caught on by now, this is because in Vancouver, that's essentially what summer means: BUGS.

And jeebus there's a lot of them. I can't even keep my window open for more than a minute without two or three new "friends" flying in. Gawd.

BUT YEAH, so basically my title refers to my latest kill, a delightfully tiny black spider who I not-so-creatively named "Black."
I met him a few days ago in my bathroom where I first tried to kill him but ended up sympathizing with him when I saw how horrified he was. So I made an agreement with Black that went along the lines of "As long as you don't cross my territory I won't kill you," and I saw him maybe twice after that in the bathroom and didn't see him for days afterwards.

Then today I open my door and to my surprise, he scurries into my room and freezes on the door.

Yeah so... you can see where this is going: he broke the agreement and I killed him.
The weird thing is that I feel really bad about it.

I'm taking this as a sign that I must be appallingly lonely. God I can't wait till I get home.