I had my first final yesterday morning. As I was driving up to school, my mind wandered to this blog. I knew that at some point, I would need to write another blog post. The only problem is, I don't have any girls I'm interested in right now. I know our blog has kind of gravitated toward dating and relationships and whatnot, but just because we're bachelors doesn't mean that's all we ever talk about. Girls and relationships are only about 95% of what we do in our house. That might seem kind of high, but I'm not exaggerating.
If I'm not currently pursuing a girl, then I'm probably at least trying to figure out how to meet some new girls. If I'm at church, I'm scoping the scenery trying to make "accidental" eye contact with some girls. If I remember that I need to do some homework, I'll usually try to think of the quietest place with the highest percentage of attractive girls in which to study.
As I was thinking how all this could fit into a blog post, I thought I saw something out of the corner of my eye. I glanced down at the floor of my truck and I saw a small brown mouse staring up at me from the passenger side floor mat. Our eyes locked for what seemed like an eternity. It was staring at me as if to say, "Um... what are you doing in my house and why don't you drop french fries between the seats more often?" Meanwhile, I was thinking, "Did you just move in or have you been in here for a while? And where do you sleep?" Then the mouse turned around and ran back up into the dashboard.
I looked back to the road and was relieved to see that I was still in my own lane. After I found a parking space, I realized I was still thinking about that mouse and I had a little smile on my face. As I was walking to the testing center, my smile faded temporarily when I pictured that mouse running up my pant leg while I was driving. I tried to convince myself that I'm not afraid of mice at all and that I could probably keep my composure as I pulled to the side of the road casually... but I'm not sure if that would really be the case.
For example, I don't think I'm afraid of spiders, but the other day, I took off my gray overshirt as I was getting ready for bed. After I'd peeled it off, I saw something black on my garment top inbetween my nipples. For a split second, it looked like a spider and I said a string of profanities that I don't think I've uttered since Jr. High. When I realized it was just a piece of lint, I was amazingly relieved, but was still slightly hesitant to remove the lint with my fingers... mostly because there was still a .000000002% chance it was a spider.
Anyway... after my test I stopped at Pet's Mart. I bought a medium sized mouse cage with all the fixin's. Then I bought one male mouse and three female mice. I named the male Brigham, but I haven't thought of any good names for his wives, yet. I should do some research, I guess.
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