I haven't been drawing jack shit. In fact, I'm pretty sure I've been spending my days doing something illegal because I don't remember what I've been doing.

Actually, I've cut down my time on the computer drastically because it's too hot in my room to be in here, so naturally I haven't had a lot of time where I want to draw.

I'm shit at drawing anyway. Which is extremely funny (if you have my sense of humour) when you look at the fact my cousin is like a teenage prodigy when it comes to drawing. I should probably ask her for lessons or some shit like that.

I'm starting to ramble now, probably because it's so hot and I'm using it as an excuse to prattle on and on. Did you know there are baby spiders in my room? I wrote about it on LJ the other day and since then I've figured out they might be Huntsman spiders.

Okay, now, if you have never encountered a Huntsman spider, there are only two things you need to know:

1. They are giant motherfucking spiders
2. They run quicker than the flash

Seriously! When I was about 7 I saw a Huntsman RUN ACROSS THE WALL LIKE LIGHTNING and I swear to God, that spider was the SIZE OF MY PALM.
My current palm size. Not my 7 year old palm.

Give or take, it was probably a fairly normal sized spider considering I was 7 at the time, but oh boy I hate spiders.

Anyway, the moral of the story is that I have baby huntsman spiders in my room. Well, I did attack the ones on the roof with some odourless bug spray (which, I have to add, was a REALLY bad idea because I'm like in my room choking to death because I'm too much of a dumb ass to realise that just because I can't smell it doesn't mean there isn't a fuck ton of poison in the air) and I sprayed them good.

My mum was like "Vacuum them off your roof!"
I say, "Look, I can't vacuum the floor. I'm not even sure I have a carpet anymore. I don't think I'll be able to get a vacuum to reach the roof."

Which isn't a true story. But I thought it.

Ah, shit, I have about 20 days until school starts again.

tl;dr - I hate spiders