Why I will never eat crab again...

So, it's been a while, hasn't it?

My life has just carried on like usual. But with a few exceptions:

1. I've got myself a membership at that huge library at Berri-Uqam! Wheee!
2. I've been promised HP the 6th as soon as Inny's finished with it. Can't wait!
3. I am finally changing my glasses! Yay!

But of course, disaster always follows me everywhere I go... Like yesterday, for example. My parents took me shopping for crab. Turns out that they didn't have fresh, still alive crab, so we had to take a bag of dull, frozen ones. When my mother was cooking it (and my nose glued in another sci-fi book), she suddenly cried out. For a good reason. There were flies everywhere. EVERYWHERE. At least fifty of 'em in the living room, and at least twenty trying to get through the screen door. It was like Birds, except that these weren't birds, but killer house flies.

It's as if some dolt handed out fly-sized invitations for a mass barbeque, and then accidentally put our address on. It's as if the entire house fly population of my entire little suburb were there, trying to get a piece of the big crab pie (not that it's actually pie).

We managed to swat about twenty of them, and flushed them down the toilet, and we chased the rest out. But it must've looked real funny to the next door neighbour to see us swatting away at the air in that strange asian dance of ours.

Anyways, I still wonder, why are we afraid of things that are actually a helluva lot smaller than we are.

Hum...

On a side note, Wailingyingyingyingy Chan said that I have a bad fashion sense. We'll see about that.