So yea, it's 10: 15 a.m. and i'm at school.
I'm hungry, cranky, running on four hours of sleep and pissy.

I'm waiting for Erin to give me my text book.

10: 16 a.m.
Just enough time to tell the earwig story.

So yesterday morning I wake up to the voice of E. Elliot inquiring about the study date that we had planned. The conversation kept wandering and wandering until we were on the subject of spiders. I hate spiders.

About a week ago I got out of the shower, my eyes were cloudy from the shampooish watery residue coating my face. I reached for a towl and then, I saw it; gross little wiggly earwig coming directly for my face. I screamed and hollered for awhile. That's that.

So anyways, the last few weeks i've been very conscious of earwigs, everytime I take a shower I throughaly examine the shower cap i'm about to use, turn it inside out, shake it, sometimes even wash it. Yesterday I didn't.

I felt something on my lip, squirmy, antanaeish (is that a word?), like the pit of a cherry. But cherries aren't alive. Anyways, the fucker had come out of my shower cap and crawled in between my lips!

I went crazy, ran through the house in a towl SCREAMING at the top of my lungs. My sister ran out of her bedroom because she thought I was being attacked. I dry heaved all day just thinking about that asshole earwig.

Would you rather have an earwig or a spider on your lip?