Today has been a terrible day thus far. This morning my father informed me that our house is infested with mice. Maybe infested isn't the right word because there are probably one or two or three mice involved. Mice don't particularly bother me, or at least I thought until my father showed me the tiny brown you know whats leading out of our laundry room, marking a trail to the kitchen pantry. Later in the morning my dad discovered a "cluster" in his raisin bran that weren't raisins. Ew. Needless to day we threw our nearly brand new box of cereal away. And now before I eat anything I have to inspect it for mice feces, and when I finish I have to close everything up tight to ensure that those little critters don't make there way in there. It's weird because during the day there is no sign of the mice's existence. They must have a secret hiding spot or a mouse sized tunnel they travel through to outside. My dad assembled one of those mouse extermination things with the poison pellets. The pellets looked as if they had partially melted and then dried into a soupy looking pile that is actually very hard. Sort of like the plastic peas that are in the child study room. They are currently in a small black tray in the corner of our laundry room. If I were a mouse I wouldn't find it appealing because the pellets resemble the color of lab chemicals. But mice probably don't have the brain capacity to think that. Maybe later on when we check the pellets some will be gone. I am not looking forward to that because the aroma of dead mice will fill the house.

That smell reminds me of this time a couple of years ago when my brothers and I were all sleeping in my Nana's basement in Maine. Whenever we stay over my brothers and I always sleep on one side of the basement and my parents on the other. The rooms are divided by a staircase and a boiler room slash closet filled with a myriad of pointless things such as a pee stained mattress. The walls on my parents side are an obnoxious shade of periwinkle purple, and even after ten-ish years the room still smells like fresh paint. Except one time we were there it smelled like a rotting corpse. Earlier that said night we watched Texas Chainsaw Massacre (the remake) and we were all freaked out, particularly me. We heard strange noises outside the window and the foul smell was increasing. Tom kept telling me that there was a murderer loose and that the smell was a body the murderer claimed. I believed it. Eventually he ended up freaking himself out too and we went and woke up our parents. The smell was so bad that we all went and slept upstairs in the living room. The next morning my Papa, who at the time was probably 78 took out a piece of the wall with a hammer and exposed the mouse carcass that was covered with maggots. Or so my Mom said. I didn't actually build up the courage to look at it. Now whenever I smell dead mouse, which you could say is a rare occurrence, I think of this time.

Anyways, today also sucks because I spent 30 minutes doing college paper work and 3 hours procrastinating doing it. I could be at Comet Pond right now with a group of people that I really like a lot but I am too lazy to take a shower and shave my legs, which is very necessary before I consider putting a bathing suit on in front of another human being.

The main reason why today is a bad day however is that my Ipod is dying. It is now making a noise similar to that of gears that don't fit together struggling to turn. The noise lasts for 30 seconds then a screen pops up with a sad face that says www.apple.com/support/ipod. For a while the battery life only lasted for like 25 minutes. Jeff says the hardrive is messed up and that I would need to get a new one. I started to cry for a good five minutes because I love my Ipod so much and the music that is on there would be very difficult if not impossible to replace. I have 100 Regina Spektor demo's and rare songs that would be lost, most of which I downloaded of a random website Kaiti Tately showed me three years ago that is now shut down. All the files were on my old computer that crashed last year. I knew this day would come and I have been dreading it for a long time. I cried because these songs are a big part of me and losing them is like losing a part of myself. I really don't know what I will do.

I probably won't do posts as long as this one often. I don't really have a plan for this blog. But I make reading everyone else's blog part of my day so I decided to just make one. The song of the day is You Remind Me of Home by Ben Gibbard because I am currently listening to it on Jeff's laptop.

"In a suburban town with nothing to do, patiently waiting for something to happen"