Fly

There has been a fly living in Rob and my room for the past week. It grosses me out to no end.

He zooms around the room, lands on your hand while you're on the computer, hits your foot when you're lying down, curiously flits to all of you food, and buzzes annoyingly.

And we have no fly swatter.

Or patience for his short life to end.

Damn.

We've named him Jeff. Hopefully Jeff dies or somehow leaves our room (he's so dumb, however. He thinks himself confined to the parameters of our small double. THINK OUTSIDE THE BOX, JEFF! WE KNOW THAT YOU CAN DO IT! egad. One would think he'd see the open door and cry "freedom!"). We'll be gone this weekend--as long as he doesn't burrow into my food or something I'll be fine.

Speaking of being gone this weekend--I'M COMING HOME FOR HOMECOMING!!!

I am so excited. I really just can't wait. It's all I can really think about. YES. Tomorrow I'll be in the car around 2.45 and driving to Milwaukee. I'll hit up my high school, see the parade and the football game (really I just want to see the marching band!)--AND I GET TO SEE ALL OF MY FRIENDS! OH man. Later that evening Patrick, Zach, and Rob will be arriving in Milwaukee, hopefully around 8 or 9. They have to leave later because Patrick and Zach have swim until 6, and Rob is the one with the car. Woot!

I can't wait to tote them around my home-towns. GLEEEEEE!

Alright, well, lunch and a round of forensics is calling me. Gotta go!

--Jules
PS oh and art. man i don't want to go to art. ::sigh::