I can't be happy without you around...
All I can say is that I'm quite happy that I'm not allergic to bees...otherwise I might not have a functioning right leg anymore.
I got stung out in the woods during ecology, and it hurt for a second, but I was like "whatever, it's not that bad" and tried to walk it off--at which point I got stung again on the same leg, and that bee ended up flying up my pant leg and as I was reeling in pain (that one hurt a lot) I felt it crawling up and down my leg. *cringes* So after class I was walking to the health center and as I was about to walk up the steps, I saw another bee clinging to the same pant leg.
Seeing as I didn't want to get stung again, I spazzed out and started to scream for help (embarassing, much?) and then eventually made my way up the stairs and the nurse had me kill the bee. I don't like killing bugs, so I felt really bad that I killed that one that didn't sting me, but at least one of the ones that did got away. I shouldn't feel as guilty as I do about it. But I do hate bugs. Alot.
Anyways, life is okay-ish. I wish it were more exciting in some way or another, but whatever. One of these days I'm going to go completely nuts and do something totally off-the-wall. That'll probably be when I'm like sixty. Ho-hum.
In addition to becoming a more boring person, I feel myself getting ditzier by the day.
And I have no idea why I'm writing this entry, or what the point of it is, so I'm just going to stop.
Ciao, all!
<3 I
I got stung out in the woods during ecology, and it hurt for a second, but I was like "whatever, it's not that bad" and tried to walk it off--at which point I got stung again on the same leg, and that bee ended up flying up my pant leg and as I was reeling in pain (that one hurt a lot) I felt it crawling up and down my leg. *cringes* So after class I was walking to the health center and as I was about to walk up the steps, I saw another bee clinging to the same pant leg.
Seeing as I didn't want to get stung again, I spazzed out and started to scream for help (embarassing, much?) and then eventually made my way up the stairs and the nurse had me kill the bee. I don't like killing bugs, so I felt really bad that I killed that one that didn't sting me, but at least one of the ones that did got away. I shouldn't feel as guilty as I do about it. But I do hate bugs. Alot.
Anyways, life is okay-ish. I wish it were more exciting in some way or another, but whatever. One of these days I'm going to go completely nuts and do something totally off-the-wall. That'll probably be when I'm like sixty. Ho-hum.
In addition to becoming a more boring person, I feel myself getting ditzier by the day.
And I have no idea why I'm writing this entry, or what the point of it is, so I'm just going to stop.
Ciao, all!
<3 I