If only mosquitos were vegans...

18. That's what I thought the number was at this morning. But I was wrong.

2 of the red spots on my back turned out to be zits. How sexy.

Meanwhile, I have fourteen mosquito bites on the back of my neck alone. Two more are on my left shoulder...

'Tis only one thing to say to this...

THE SHIRT IS OFF!

From your dear friend,
Will Power, restraining emerald paws

Ode to Entophobia

'Twas the fifth of June. Mr. Elder's Physics classes were on a field trip to the Pacific Science Center. The setting of today's memory: The Butterfly Chamber.

I cautiously stepped forward through the tropical environment. My mind occupied itself by guessing whether the moisture on my skin was from my own perspiration or the humidity piling itself upon me. Then, IT appeared. From behind, above, and to the right of my head, a portent of blue hue swooped before my field of vision, easily being as large as my outstretched hand. Not knowing what else to do, my mind reflexively exercised a tight larynx.

'Twas my perspective of the situation.

Alex was walking around quite timidly, glancing at his forearms every now and then. A blue butterfly, one of dozens, found itself in front of his face, by about six inches. He stood there and screamed like a little girl.

'Taws the perspective of the random observer in the Chamber. One of those observers was even kind enough to point out, "Don't worry, Alex, it's only going to eat you."

My fear of insects is not that they will rise to consume me. Actually, that is part of it...I fear insects because of the concept of large numbers. (This is probably what becomes of all pure math majors...hooray for aspirations.) I'm mortally terrified of anything with more than 5 and less than 99 legs (hoorah for numbers while we're at it!), simply because of the Hive structure, and their only way of reproducing: In large numbers. A batch of spider babies is a favorite lawnmowerboy's nightmare for me now...

Besides, in the Chamber, I was scared that I would [effectively] kill a butterfly by touching one of its wings. I know that touching a wing will doom it to an imbalance of dusts and never permit it to fly again, and I was carefully huddled when I was walking around in the Chamber. Little did I remember, that a butterfly has more than 4 legs. Darn that vision of an Arthopod in Blue...

House of Sand

The Three Little Pigs, I will name by their homes: Straw, Sticks, and Brick. They are so named by me because their houses stood. Good for them.

I would name my summers thus far the Fourth Little Pig: Sand. He is so named because his home collapsed. Poor pig.

The structure of my summers thus far in my life has been that of sand. In other words, none at all. I would have a CAYSA camp for a few years consecutively, but that got cancelled, and only lasted 3 days at a time anyway. My dad got me enlisted in a few classes, but eh, 'twas SUMMER. There was very little homework accomplished.

I have tried to force myself away from the blasted computer seat and Playstation2 with a few tasks for the mind, but alas, failure: Ultima and the Final Fantasies held too much of my attention. It has been like that in the past, too. But what do I have now?

Yesterday, I had my first Evergreen class of the summer. Foundation has been laid, and I have homework. Now I won't rot my mind for the next three months.

I don't function without a foundation, unfortunately. My house just melts into the ground, but doesn't disappear - it remains as a smear on the ground. I do think of myself a little better than a smear during the summer, but now I'm happy to have progressed to straw. Now, things will get done, like this blog. Without much thought required for the past...month, it seems, very little has gotten done. Time to flip my cranial light switch to the 'on' position.

Welcome to the first full week of summer vacation, everybody.