So I took the NEDT today. It's just like an ERB but more annoying. Because the proctors go over everything in unnecessary detail. I know how to bubble letters, and I know what to do if my name doesn't fit, and I'm fairly certain I know not to bubble in the wrong answer. I bought my CSH sweatpants afterwards. They're pretty and red, with a white paw print on them.
I got no sleep last night. I watched a show that horrified me, about Mary Mallon, A.K.A. Typhoid Mary. They had this footage of her making a "Salad of death," and I got really scared. It sounds funny but that salad killed 3 people and gave 42 others Typhoid! What if her ghost came and fed me a death salad while I was sleeping? Then this mosquito buzzed right on my face while I was finally falling asleep. I got the Mad to kill it, and I finally snoozed. But I woke up at 1 am with all these crappy bites. So not only was I in serious peril of being fed death salad, but also of contracting who knows what from this poophead who was biting me. So I jumped up, turned on the light, and ran into my mom's bed. Then she couldn't sleep, and went into my bed. I was like, okay, the bug is yours. But then I woke up again at 4:30 with more bites from one in her room! Damn the mosquitos! Damn the mosquitos to hell! (Bedazzled.) And I'd cut my arm all over from scratching.
At times like that, there's only one logical thing to do: Go downstairs and watch "Inspector Gadget" cartoons your granpa saved from a Cheerios box.
But last night wasn't all bad. I watched "Rodney," which I'd never even heard of, because I was uber bored. I was like, "Laugh track? Gotta be crap." But I laughed way harder than all those fakers in the track. ("Our son doesn't have a disorder, he has a penis!") Okay, maybe you had to be there, but that was funny stuff. Not J. Walter Weatherman good, but I was bored. ("Red leather, yellow leather. It's good for actors, public speakers, and leather salesmen.")

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