june nineteenth. (2)

Tonight has exceeded the normal/allotted amount of suckage necessary. My housemates were shitty regarding our plan for tonight, I don't really want to write about it. The season premiere of Weeds was a few weeks ago, I completely forgot about it. I remembered tonight, and found that the second episode was also out. I was so excited, but was really let down. Things are moving really slowly compared to past seasons, I'm not impressed. I don't want to study anymore, I want to enjoy the time I have left here. That being said, I'm trying to find tickets to book for a week-long vacation after exams. The weird thing is the price difference between booking tickets for like tonight and booking for a month from now is virtually undetectable. I found crazy cheap ones on Wizzair.com but after reading reviews I'm seeing why... They have this terms and conditions thing that reserves the right to modify price/time/date up to THREE hours before take-off. And from the reviews, apparently this happens often. Boo. If anyone reading this knows of a good site to buy airplane tickets, I'd appreciate it if you let me knowww.

In other fail news, there's an earwig somewhere in my room, near my bed and I'm freaking out. EARlier (get it, get it??) today I saw it by my desk, so I sprayed it with Lysol. It twitched and crawled away to a sneaky place. As I'm looking for tickets, I see it on the wall near my bed. I took like 43 tissues and willed myself to get it. Yeah... I dropped it. So now it's somewhere... but closer to me. AND I just remembered there's goldfish under my bed... so it can get nourishment and have more time to plot against me. In all seriousness, I am terrified. I would search earwigs on google to find out what the worst case scenario could be, but I refuse to look at any pictures of them. I think I'm going to put cotton in my ears. I keep thinking if I wake up and it's on me... fuck I hate this. I wish I had a bubble to sleep in. Blah.

xox,

loveacrosstheocean.