hello.

so i guess it's been awhile. i guess i've been busy...

i was completely in love with my new apartment until about five days ago, when i awoke to the noises that scratchy little claws make on wood floors. there was a mouse at the foot of my bed. at the time, i wasn't sure if it was a mouse or a rat, so i was basically crying. i later saw it and confirmed it was a mouse. it visited again the next night -- but not in my room, for now every night i barricade the little crack under my door with rugs and that random sheet that bryan got from god knows where.

i do not think it visited last night, because i was basically awake for the entire night. fml. i do not know why i'm so afraid of mice, or why i have such a big imagination, but something has to stop. and i think that something is, i have to give up super paranormal books and ghost shows for awhile. i'm twenty-one years old; i should be behaving better.

classes are fine. the only one really worth it is irish. i am obsessed with ireland.

my internship is generally great.

but i'm tired of everything today. or maybe just tired.