oh the drama.

jonas brothers tickets went on presale this morning.
there's three hours of my life I'll never get back.
don't get me wrong, i love the brothers jonas, but the attempts made by tens of thousands of teenage girls to get presale codes and tickets all at the same time causing the server to crash multiple times was ridiculous.

i didn't even end up getting tickets since the irvine presale won't be happening for a couple days, but i may have blown my only chance at getting a presale code since i was going to get tickets for the san fran show and still have the code for it which i don't plan on using. oh well.

the real drama arrived about 20 minutes ago when i was making myself a ciabatta sandwich (the most delicious thing known to man). i opened up our cupboard and felt a sharp but subtle pain in the bottom of my foot, like barely stepping on the point of a thumbtack...the pain grew rapidly and i looked down to find a live bee attached to the bottom of my foot.

*cue freak out*

i've never been stung before and therefore had no idea if i was allergic or not. which caused me to jump around, screaming about the pain that was now spreading throughout my foot and the fact that i may be allergic and die at any second.

this was followed by mum coming at me with a huge steak knife. which, as you can imagine, was not the most comforting sight in the world. according to her, a knife is the best thing to use when flicking out a bee stinger.
.....
i was less than assured.

so there i was. leg up on our kitchen counter, mum going at my foot Sweeney style with a huge steak knife, followed by her tweezing it out.

quoth the mum, "wow, he left his whole bottom half in your foot."

....

mum has just informed me that there have been 16 bees found on our floor, some dead, some still alive. this includes the kamikaze killer who tried to murder me.

so this is basically the floor of the first story of our house right now.


stay away from bees, kids.

the end.
mjl.

*interesting side note* my name, melissa, is greek for honey bee. ironic, no? i am comprised of that which seeks to kill me.
put that in your pipe and smoke it.