Of Mice and Bloggers

    I've had an interesting day. There I was, just sat around reading and then I feel a Thing on my foot. A furry thing. A thing with fur. A-...okay, you get the idea. It was a mouse. It was a mouse and it was in my room. 

      At first I thought it was my hamster. Nope, he was still in his cage, happily wheel-running away while I was out here with a mouse. I'll admit, I sat on top of my wardrobe for a while. I wasn't scared. I was... Getting the height advantage. 

    I caught it in the end using my ninja skills of awesome. And my brother. But Jeremy the mouse shall now live out the rest of his days in the wild, running free through the fields, going on mousey adventures full of romance, tragedy and excitement-

    Oh. My neighbour is yelling at her cat. It sounds like she's saying "get rid of it." RIP Jeremy, another victim of the Feline Furball. 

First Crap O' The Season

So, hi, I'm Celeste, I'm fourteen, live in the UK and I'm sat here with nothing to do so I'm like "Hey! I should annoy other people with my opinions!" But alas, I have nothing to have an opinion of.

That's where you come in, I need topics, then you can decide on the best way to rid this wonderful website of me!