OH. MY. GOD.

If I get malaria and DIE you will know it was because of all the mosquitoes here that I was bitten by. I swear I feel like a blood whore to all of these things. Who knows what I contracted from them? (ha.ha.)
In the last 3 days, I have killed more mosquitoes than ever in my life.
I have become a pro at hearing the precise location of said mosquitoes, and a master-executioner.
Really though, I am hella mad that I have all these ugly bites. The mosquitoes in Taiwan leave permanent darker spots on your skin where they bit you...like, until hella layers of skin wear off. And of course, I scratch. Which leads to unsightly scabs and redness.

I cant handle this. I am going crazy from this Culicidae attack. Specifically, the one that is going on right now, against a stealthy quick little guy. I have almost gotten him like 4 times but somehow he manages to escape the blows. I am literally pausing at points while writing this blog to try and kill this "m. f-er".

And the worst part of this situation is I have some smoke ring repellent burning outside of my balcony door, and a bajillion watt mosquito attracting lamp shining brightly in my room all night every night. And yet, none of this does any good to save me from being bitten.

I must say, it IS a beautiful night tonight. Its a balmy 74 degrees, and I've got the fan blowing in my room. It is quite comfortable except for my little pesky roommate. I have this huge window/small balcony coming off of my room, and I stand there (doors shut) and stare at the city. The lights stay on all night, just like New York, and there's this peaceful hum resounding from the cars and the noise.

I've been staying up WAY too late. I went to bed at 5am today. Its okay though, I have class at 12!

Love always.