Filthy Bloodsuckers

There are two types of bloodsuckers that have recently made celebrity appearances in my life. While both of these said bloodsuckers attack, only one of them has had the honor of doing so onto me.

These bloodsuckers are The Cullen Family (vampires in the recent tween hearththrob book/movie "Twilight") and...mosquitoes.

Now, while I'd looooove to be attacked by a member of the Cullen family (particularly one whose name starts with an E and ends with a Dward), rather than merely watch him and his gllllooorious werewolf counterpart on the big screen (as I did yesterday @ the Paragon Cineplex during the "New Moon" premiere, which was UH-MAZING!!!) I unfortunately have been a victim to some vicious and very hungry mosquitoes in the past few days.

[AHHHH we turned into little girls!!!]

I don't get it. When it was scorching and humid outside, I didn't get bit at all by mosquitoes. But when the temp dropped a good 5+ degrees in the past few days (it's not "cold" by any means, though), and when these little buggers are supposed to cease in biting, my poor legs, arms, and neck got annihilated - so much so that the bites (12, I counted) swelled up, got really hot and red and puffy and callous (it's a condition called celulitis, btw. Not to be confused with cellulite!), started throbbing, and made walking/standing a very painful ordeal. After some Googling, I found out that those who react in this extreme manner to mosquito bites have a condition called "Skeeter Syndrome."

Why can't I be normal and be allergic to, oh, I don't know, dust?

So, because of this two-day mutilation (really, my ankle looks deformed now...see below), I was forced to cancel my weekend island trip to Koh Samet. I mean, I couldn't even stand up for more than 20 seconds without the pain shooting through the bite area and through my legs.

[that is wrong]

Filthy bloodsuckers. Wait! Edward, I didn't mean that...

(Omg that was so lame. Although for the record, I'm kind of a Jacob fan.)