Fuck!!! Now I know how phillibilly feels..
This fuckin grasshopper flew into the room and landed on my hair. Totally freaked out but couldnt scream because its almost 1am. So anyway, I tried using a book to flick it away but figured that it probably has superglue on its legs cos it was grippin on tightly to my hair. Then, it fell to the back of my shirt. So I started hopping and jumping and twisting my body frantically to get that shit off me. THEN, the book somehow fell onto the floor and it made a din.
Double fuck.
Needed help asap so I was perpetually hopping and jumping down the stairs to seek for aid when I almost missed a step. Ran around the whole house and got fucked up by my dad who said that my behaviour was not ladylike and yadayadayada.. My sis finally got that shit thing off my shirt but it flew back into the house and landed on the lampshade which was next to me. !!!!!!!!!!!
You know what? I didn't bother to stay around for long and ran as fast as my untoned legs could carry me. Upstairs. Where I'm safe for the
time being. Afterall, I'm back at the same spot where this whole shitass drama started.
Somehow, I think the grasshopper is seeking revenge. I must have murdered its relative unknowingly. So eerie and haunting..
