The Time I Tried to be a Human Being

So. Over the Fall break I took a road trip with my good friends Katy and Joseph down to Alabama where we enjoyed the hot weather and sunshine. I loved getting to meet Katy's friends and family. Her Mum especially is incredible. She literally makes an art form out of being a mum. Anyway. So. While we were there we went Halloween shopping, pedicuring, and out in their boat fishing. Mary wanted to go noodling (which is basically sticking your hand into a hole in a murky river and pulling out catfish -and hopefully no snapping turtles...http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LksuKTD8y0o) and I saw several alligators. It was all very exciting.

After I returned home I was really inspired to clean my room and just generally live as a human being again. It's amazing what a return to a proper household with a sense of order and cleanliness can do to make one want to live a lot less like an animal. 

So, newly inspired, I went on my cleaning spree. 

I pulled the dead cat - I'm sorry, the hair- out of the shower sink which was so revolting I almost chundered everywhere.  Then I cleaned out my desk and made my bed. I was feeling so proud. Almost...adult. 

Then I reached the kitchen. I had to throw out a whole heap of old food which had been left behind over the week when everyone was away but I was halted in my tracks when I came to the milk. It's still nowhere NEAR it's due date. But there was only a tiny bit left in there and I am ALWAYS thingy when it comes to milk.

At least, that's how I imagine the conversation would have gone if Jennie had actually been around at the time.

The moral here?

Milk just freaks me out.

It doesn't matter what the date is, when I bought it, if I saw it actually coming out of the cow itself. I will still, ALWAYS, question the freshness. It probably comes from that one time as a child I poured off milk into the last bowl of my favourite cereal...

I'm going to continue my quest to be an actual human being now by doing my own washing and studying for my test tomorrow, something I probably should have been doing instead of drawing terrible cartoons about a mildly traumatising aspect of my life.