Hilarious Happenings

Sometimes hilarious. Sometimes not. Always life.

Monday, November 21, 2011

Blog #50. I'm impressed.

Hi, my name is Melissa and I suck at blogging. But good enough to have 50 blog posts, as informed by blogger.com today, hayy. That's way more than I thought I had, and it only took me almost 2 years to get there. Good job me on all of those posts, I'll do my best to keep up the mediocre work.

No but seriously, i'll tryyy to be better about this blogging thing, especially while i'm in Australia, for the sake of my dedicated reader(s) out there (I appreciate your support, Lisa). I'm sure I'll be glad I documented my happenings someday too. And considering everyone knows I'm a terrible emailer and I rarely update the FaceSpace, this is probably your best bet to keep an eye on whether i'm alive or if i've been eaten by poisonous bugs. (We're taking bets on the latter.)

Speaking of bug-like things. What is one of the things I hate most in the world? Spiders. What does Australia have exceptionally large versions of? Spiders. Awesome. And you find them pretty regularly! Bleh.

Did anyone know that spider watching was a spectator sport around here? Not me, until I got up one morning and had the family I stay with excitedly tell me to come look at the giant spider up in their closet. Um, no thank you, family. I'll be over here looking at everything that I hate less than spiders, which includes everything. But of course I went and looked anyway and it was totally giant and creepy looking. Sick.

The next day I was vacuuming and screamed upon coming to another larger-than-average spider. Just fyi: too big to suck up in a vacuum kind of big. Aka exceptionally too big for my liking, which is not at all. After I failed at the vacuum idea, I tried to get that massive thing out the door using the objects that were closest to me. Lets just say it was one of the worst things i've ever done in my life. I recall that I screamed at least 3 times, and I don't scream often. Traumatic.

To finish that experience off, I walked into the 4 year old's room next to see another larger-than-average (but smaller than the last) spider [cue scream. so pitiful], and figured I could probably vacuum it up. Wrong. ...because it was plastic and belongs to a 4-year-old. He thinks he's soooo funny. (...haha okay but it was kind of funny.)

I would post a picture since Lisa loves pictures, but the only thing that comes to mind is of a spider and I am soo not posting that. So instead, I will post a picture of a kangaroo, because I still haven't seen one yet and I really really want to. It's my goal to pet one before I leave Australia. It will totally happen.

Just look how cool it is!

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