nicole mon

There is a serious fly infestation in the apartment. It is equal parts disgusting and funny.

We aren’t sure how this came to be, just that the other morning yells of frustration could be heard from the kitchen. Indeed, out by the garbage can was Christie, wielding a cereal box and batting it against the window. An estimated 30 flies met their end in those ten minutes of fight.

We do have a theory. For a while we’ve suspected birds living in our dryer vent, as evidenced by the chirping and flapping noises, and the dryer not doing its damn job.

Now we think something died in there, and a fly laid its eggs on the dead body in our walls.

Just sharing some overall stats from my 750words last month. I didn’t complete the One Month Challenge, and I’ve already failed it for this month, but I’ll do better next month.

Statistics
Average time to 750 words: 23 minutes
Average word speed: 31/min
18 days completed of the 23 days started
15,561 total words

Word Cloud

It’s been over three weeks since I last logged into Facebook (I think I deleted it), and I can say with confidence that I’m happier without it. (For the record, I deny ever being “addicted” to Facebook.)

Sure, I’m missing out, but that’s part of why I’m happier. I don’t have to see other people having fun without me, so my stupid lady feelings don’t get offended. (Yeah, being a girl still sucks, but nothing’s going to change that.)

Even if I do find out eventually, it hurts a lot less. Which doesn’t really make sense, but that’s okay. I’ve kept busy. I have a lot to do. Not sure if it’s helping me with my studies, but we’ll see. Now that I mention it, last spring I gave up Facebook for Lent and got a 4.0 – possibly relevant.

I miss Plano, my dog (as usual), viola, mommy and daddy (nevermind that I saw them just over a week ago, I still miss them), the pink LeSportsac pencil bag that I either lost or left at home, Nico (my dog), driving 200 miles alone (which I don’t get to do often because it seems like every time I want to go home, so does my brother…I think it’s a conspiracy devised by papa to minimize my driving. He’ll completely deny it, though. And hi mom, I know you’re reading this – no, I’m not bitter, just observing. In fact, I find it amusing), using my wireless keyboard (given up hope on ever finding the receiver), and my non-Austin friends.

N-N-N-NAP TIME! Then study-for-genetics time.