This post is brought ot you by sugar, craziness, and spiders.

Ok just as a warning, as of right now, I'm on the decline of a huge sugar high. I'm home alone and I've had this blaring for the past half an hour. I've been jumping up and down, while spinning, and 'dancing' for a while, followed by running laps around the inside of my house. I'm on the downside, and the dizziness is now setting in. I'm sipping a ginger ale, and have turned down the volume a bit. And I'm no longer dancing. But I'm still a bit crazy so watch out. If I type something weird and random, and it happens to offend you in anyway, let me appologize ahead of time for that.

Ok so now you finally understand the name of the blog... Anyway, I'm not on drugs. I swear. Unless someone spiked my apple juice when I wasn't looking...

I'm using that thermos/sippy cup thing again... I like marshmallows. I wish I had-- wait... I think we might have mashmallows... Yes I do have mashmallows, but decided against eating them because I feel sick already and don't want to worsen it. Ok right, we were going to tell you about the spider!

Ok so last night before I went to bed, in my bathroom, I saw a small spider. I stared at it for a while, thinking of how I could kill it. But one problem stopped me from doing any of these things: The spidr was on the ceiling. So I gave up rather quickly. Then this morning, I was in the shower. And out of the corner of my eye, I saw something move. I looked, and sure enough, it was the spider, crawling up my shoulder. I suddenly went from taking a rather normal shower, to being a thrashing blur of limbs as I frantically smacked myself everywhere, hoping to hit the spider. After my little panic attack, the spider was on the floor of the tub. I stared at it for a bit. It was about the size of a nickel, that's including the legs. After a bit, I found that it was still alive, so I attacked it with my razor. Meaning I smacked and hacked at it until it was bloody and curled up in a little ball of it's evil spider self. Then, just for good measure, I washed it down the drain. Then for the rest of the time I was showering, it was like my own personal horror movie. I'm not technically afraid of spiders, I just hate them. So so so much. But for the rest of the shower, I was looking around, waiting for more of them to drop in with thier ninja spider skills. Lucky for me, I made it out alive. But I'm now paranoid that there are more spiders lurking in my bathroom.

I'm getting bored with the spiders. You know what I hate? Maniquins. I am litterally terrified of them. They're going to come alive and kill us all. I swear it they will. I especially hate the ones with faces and hands. Now my sugar crash is coming to an end so I think I'll just stop.

Toodles! ~Rain