Fly-umphant.

So like ive just spent the last 10 minutes jumping around my living room, gripping a dictionary and flailing my arms around in an attempt to kill a pesky fly. With my sister in the background controlling her fits of giggles as not to wake my parents as its 12.20am, its hard not to think this is ridiculous. I continue to hold my new baseball stance in hope when the fly returns from its wanderings around the hallway, i would hit that little bliter out the park! …still waiting we decide to seek it out to find it had landed on the downstairs bathroom door. Me in a blood-thirst rage to kill the damn thing, i dive at the door only to remember the noise i would make when i smash the door with the book. Ooops. Missed the fly and ran in a fit of giggles back to the living room, hoping no angry mother would appear and wonder what the heck was going on down here ha ha. I tried again and with luck defected one of its wings so it was now flying around in tight little crazy circles. Yeeees handicaps will let me win! One more hit would do it. Im perched on the sofa, its right above my head on the celing…and BAM! Its falls, narrowly missing my open mouth of concentration and I squirm and fall off the sofa, but REJOICE I WON THE BATTLE!!!

and that was your uneeded story for you all to hear, thankyou.