Okay so I have to RANT about something, like really bad!
The night light in the bathroom burned out a week or two ago. For most people, this would be a minor occurence.
For me, it's the FRIKKIN' END OF THE WORLD!!!!!!!!!
And yes, the ! spam was necessary.
Now I have to leave the AQUARIUM light on all through the night so I can have a semblance of self-security because I am MORTALLY FRIKKEN TERRIFIED of the dark.
And then I have to go to the bathroom during the night. What an adventure this is.
I put on my slippers (without socks, having them on makes me feel secure about how I will TOTALLY EPICALLY PWN any mouse that runs across my foot, although I'd probably scream like a little girl since I'm only 11 and girls under 20 can scream like that and get away with it) and then creep into the hallway. The aquarium light keeps everything pretty bright, and I'm like "Wow... this is nice!"
I peek into the bathroom. Guess what?
IT'S TOTALLY FUCKING DARK AND I SWEAR I JUST HEARD A SHOE INSIDE THERE.
I immediately flip on the light, blind myself, look behind the door, in the closet, and I even glance behind the toilet.
No rapists.
I walk out, look at the fish, stare at the fish, look behind the fridge for rapists (it was pulled out since we'd been painting the room, it got moved back that same day), look at the living room connected to the quasi-kitchen, note how nicely it's lit up, and then stride down the hallway again.
I flick off the light (totally dark now- rapists might be coming), run back to bed, jump in, take off my slippers and toss them against the wall in the general direction of my dresser-thing, and then fight with mom for a spot.
This is just the first time. For some weird reason (maybe cos I was so excited) I had to go to the bathroom again. This time I got to say hai to my dog since she was out there.
Can't remember if there was a third time.
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