I haven't updated in a while, so heres something that may amuse you.
A few weeks ago, I started noticing something peculiar in my kitchen..random rustling of paper and plastic bags, scurrying of tiny feet and.. poop. So I realized that I had a situation..a mouse was in the house eating my food and pooping it out whereever it pleased. So decided to catch this bastard. Turns out that, after a few days, I catch this little rascal trying to jump out the bag of rice..so with my superior reflexes, I caught the mouse by closing the top portion of the bag. I felt so good about myself, cuz the chances of catching a mouse/rodent offguard and alive, is slim to none. Well, at that moment I felt victorous..but little did I know what was to come.. before I get further into the story, here are some pictures.
 A picture of the little bastid.
 A shot of its feeble attempt of escaping..
At first I wanted to kill this sucker. He had been nothing to me, just an annoying parasite, leeching and mouching off my food. As I was thinking about different ways to torture and kill this rodent, my good side started to kick in. When I grabbed the mouse in a towel and examined its eyes and furriness, I was taken aback by the cuteness of the damn thing. It looked at me with its little beady eyes..I started to feel bad. Here's a similar portrayal..
At this point, my anger seemed to melt away just by looking at it. As I was admiring the thing, it jumped out of my hand and leaped over my shoulder..I was like..wut the f...and started chasing after it. It was useless. It ran into the laundry room and it was no where to be seen. It was the strangest feeling. I felt so used and tricked..by a freakin mouse! I was like..ohh hell no it didnt just do that to me..!" So I grabbed my car keys, drove to Rite-Aid and bought a set of mouse traps. As soon as i got home, I set two traps in the laundry room and one in the kitchen. I couldnt wait to catch the wretched rodent.
The next day, I went into the kitchen and laundry room only to find out that it ate all the cheese on the traps, without triggering a single one. The little thing had outsmarted me yet again. This time it didnt faze me. I pursued to catch this little rascal. I was determined. I put new cheese on the traps and went about my business. Little did the mouse know that I had tweaked the traps. Through my mistakes, it caused me to think like the mouse..it felt as if i could read its little mind, calculate its every movement. I set up the trap to the utmost precision..
On one fine Sunday morning, after many attempts, I finally caught the little bastard. muahahaha.. sucka. Thats what you get biatch.
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"Rain, rain on my face
It hasn¡¯t stopped raining for days
My world is a flood
Slowly I become one with the mud..
But if I can¡¯t swim after forty days
And my mind is crushed by the thrashing waves
Lift me up so high that I cannot fall
Lift me up..
Lift me up.. when I¡¯m falling
Lift me up.. I¡¯m weak and I¡¯m dying
Lift me up.. I need you to hold me
Lift me up.. keep me from drowning again
Downpour on my soul
Splashing in the ocean, I¡¯m losing control
Dark sky all around
I can¡¯t feel my feet touching the ground..
But if I can¡¯t swim after forty days
And my mind is crushed by the thrashing waves
Lift me up so high that I cannot fall
Lift me up..
Lift me up.. when I¡¯m falling
Lift me up.. I¡¯m weak and I¡¯m dying
Lift me up.. I need you to hold me
Lift me up.. keep me from drowning again..."
::Jars of Clay - Flood:: | 
. heh. Blah..its too bad my break started a week ahead of everyone elses..but to those who just started break..i wish you all a good break. 
