So when I was at camp summer after junior year, I turned on the shower and a moth flew at my face. Thats why I don't like moths and butterflies. And now I'm not starting to like birds that much. So the first bird I found was in my basement and when I came downstairs freaking FLEW AT ME! like came and attacked me. I shrieked and had my dad get it out of the house. Of course it had to fly around some more, come at me some more and then fly out the door. Now this new one was here the other day. I went into my laundry room heard some rustling around which I thought was strange. When I turned on the light the fucking bird flew at my head. I flipped out and ran out of the room, my dad went in again and got the bird to go out the door. NOW there is something tweeting in my freaking bathtub. I'm too scared to look and startle it having it fly at my face. Why are there birds in my house?!?!?!?
ughh.
oh and I don't have anything actually packed. I have stuff laid out but nothing in the suitcase. YAY procrastination!
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