Numbers, late night, gnats and nice aunts

One thing on here says I have 105 posts, the other thing (the archives/old stuff) says I have 98, not counting this one. I'm going to go with 98 because I sort of counted them, and it's 98. So almost 100 posts, people! Lets see... my first ever post was on May 24th, so I've had this blog for about 95 days. I just did the math. This is the 95th day. Wow. So that's just over a post a day. And some of them are sort of longer... but it's really cool. I like having a blog. I've definitely got better at writing I think. I mean, if I looked back at my older posts, I'd probably like barf from the terrible writing... ugh. But anyway.

Today we went on a bike ride around some vineyards. You may not know this, but gnats seem to like to hang out around vineyards. In large swarms. And when you're going, say, 10+ miles an hour on a bike, and going through these swarms, you might get a little plastered with those darn gnats. You also might get a little irked. I had more than one cling to my arm and not get off even after I shook it violently. I had to blow or flick it off, which normally resulted in at least one less gnat in the gnat population. And then they get in your mouth, your nose... god they are like... IRKsome. Quite. I would just close my mouth while riding, and try to not to inhale through my nose too hard. It worked for the most part. 'Cause trust me, you do not want that distinct flavor of fresh gnat in your mouth. Ever. Or up your nose.

And you know what else I've noticed? For some odd reason, there have been lots of... flies flying around here. Here as in my apartment. Ok, there was this one fly that would just fly in a weird polygon shape just below the ceiling light (it wasn't on though) and it'd just KEEP flying forever. A few times I would sit on the couch (our couch is very uncomfortable, by the way) and just stare at that weird fly. Around and around... around and... around again. Weird. And then also, there were these two flies that would fly around the computer (this one) and then like land on me and all sorts of places. And they weren't even that scared or whatever. I would have to try really hard to flick them off my shirt or whatever. And then they landed on my FACE, which REALLY annoyed me. Die, you f-ing flies, just... go choke on your fly barf and DIE! That's how I felt. But anyway. They sort of left. But I spotted one earlier.

Last night (or should I say morning) I stayed up chatting with several people. I went to bed at 1:30 AM, and I was tired. But it was worth it because I got to talk to my friends, and they had like all got on at the same time. I used to stay up really late like that a lot like in July, but then I just stopped and went to bed earlier. But I probably won't stay up like that again, since school is soon. Ugh. But yeah.

I have one of the greatest, most nicest aunts ever. My favorite kind of pencil is the Dixon Ticonderoga Soft, and we couldn't really find them over here in France. So my aunt so kindly sent over a big package of 'em. And I just got 'em today! It was so awesome. I had just come back from the bike ride and then wanted to check the mail, like I always do. *Gasp! There was a black package. I thought, well ok, it's probably like electronic parts or whatever for like my dad or someone, but then it had my name on it. I was so happy! First package!! So I brought it inside and practiced my trumpet. Then I opened it, finding a box of 24 Dixon Ticonderoga HB 2, which are still great. Softs are pretty rare. So those will last me a while! Awesome! So yeah.

That fly is back. It just landed on my hand. I need a chainsaw. Or like an ax.