i've really taken a liking to ants lately, probably because they are everywhere. in my bed, in my sugar, in my juice, in the trees, on the ground.... yesterday when pearly taught the schoolgirls to do embroidery in ASPYR, i embroidered myself a little brown ant on a piece of pink fabric. i like it. anyway, fast forward to this morning. i was telling crystal about this one pair of shorts that i have, that i bought this summer during my depressed/borderline-anorexic stage and are therefore pretty small, and saying that i don't know what i am going to do with them because i really like them but i doubt i will ever fit them again (if i keep myself healthy). and she asked which pair of shorts i was talking about, and so i took them off the bottom of my pile of clothes on my shelf, and there were millions of ants on them!!! MILLIONS! and their eggs! yikes! i shook most of the ants off, and then i washed my shorts, but i felt really bad. all those ants had their home and their eggs there, and i didn't really need my shorts for anything, but i kind of ruined everything for the ants. that's not the first time i've committed an ant-related atrocity. when my family was in the dominican republic a few christmases ago, i brought a cup of tea up to my room. i finished the tea, and was reading a book when, out of the corner of my eye, i saw something dark moving in the corner. i got up, and saw that it was a mazillion ants, parading toward the sugar in the bottom of my teacup. how do they smell so well!?! anyway, i called the front desk to see if they had any raid or anything, but they were totally unhelpful. i didn't want the ants to take over my bedroom, so i put on the coffeepot in the room and boiled some water and massacred all the ants by drowning them. i realize now that i didn't have to actually BOIL the water to drown them. whatevs. anyway. i think ants are trying to tell me something. i've got to figure out what it is.

we played volleyball today. this is the first time i've played it since i've been here. i don't hate volleyball, but i don't really love it either. i was pretty pissy because a whole bunch of people showed up and were beaking off whenever we'd mess up. if they hadn't all been there, i think i would have really enjoyed it. i think i should get extra credit for playing, based on how skinny my pipes are.