Maggoty-Anne

Unless you're astonishingly slow, you've probably noticed that I've been a bit lackadaisical about my updates. I simply don't have the time to post a well thought out blog. There is good news, however! I've just discovered a wonderful website called Twitter, where I can post disjointed, incomplete, and quick entries several times a day. My page can be found here: http://twitter.com/maggotyanne And I encourage you to stalk me there, instead of here where I never update.

1: Who are your last 4 texts from? I don't have a cell phone... :cry: 2: Where was your default picture taken? Don't remember. I need a new one though, my hair is blonde again. 3: What's your middle name? Amelia, and it's the one I use. 4: What' your current favorite colour? Blue. No,yel--  Auuuuuuuugh! Really, Burgundy. And black is a given. 5: Does your crush like you back? Er... No, and I don't really like him either. He's an uber-conservative redneck, but he's gorgeous. Six: What is your current mood? Dickensian. I'm suffering through Oliver Twist 'cus I loved the movie so much, and it rubs off. I just found out that there's a

Or there would be, if my house had a bell tower. It woke me up this morning at about 2 AM, and I instantly knew what it was. It wasn't scrieking, but it's flapping was too loud for it too be anything else. I've only had a bat in my room once before, when I was 3, and it was pretty traumatic. Last night, however, I didn't even turn on the light. I subconsciously remembered Cujo; That bats spread rabies, so pulled lifted my sheet over my head and went back to sleep. Now it's 1:54 PM on Monday, and I'm writing an arduous essay on existentialism, mostly concerning the incomprehensible novella "Notes From Underground." It's bloody hard to write