Oh, yeah. Good point. As a matter of fact, I just got back from France for a week. I now know how to speak a lot of French, and je suis tellement fatigue.
ALSO, if I ever eat a croissant again I might barf. It was practically all we ate on the trip.
So we did it all - Venus di Milo, Mona Lisa, Arc de Triumph, Eiffel Tower (I am deathly afraid of elevators so you can imagine how much fun it was >.< ), d'Orsay and the Pompidou (where I saw my favorite painter, Rene Magritte. Not him, his paintings).
I'm writing this at 3 am because I haven't adjusted to the time yet. Our plane got in yesterday and it was kind of funny; we left France at 10:00 am, and nearly eleven hours later we arrive in Cali at 12:00 pm. Funny, huh?
The only thing that wasn't funny was that my mom and my grandpa's bags got lost on the airplane, so we had to wait an hour and a half until they finally found them. It wasn't just our bags, either. There was one guy there that just kept yelling the f-bomb at the baggage guys.
And also, I absolutely loved the Louvre. Winged Victory is my favorite work of art EVER.
Pictures will come later, I can't upload them right now :)
Last night, I was sitting in bed, on my computer.
When a huge, nasty mosquito hawk landed. Right. On. My. Chest.
You can imagine that I screamed my head off and moved around in a way that was not unlike a seizure.
I jumped off my bed and ran to the kitchen where I got both my sister and a container to catch it in.
However, when we were in my room she started screaming. Why? Because a huge spider was crawling towards us.
So I snapped the spider in the container, and told my sis to grab another one for the mosquito hawk.
She then brought me back a container that would not be big enough to fit the hawk, so I had to ever-so-gently transfer the spider to the smaller container.
With the spider chillin' in the hallway, I went to tackle the biggest problem.
For those of you who don't know that mosquito hawks are, they're a delightful creature.I'm afraid I can't supply you with a legal picture right here so you just need to take my word for it.
Imagine a mosquito that's the size of a young woman's fist. Yeah.
So with my mosquito-hawk-killing powers, I got it captured and let it out into the garage.
... but you wanna guess what we found in the kitchen this morning? A cricket.