Homer Llama Beer.

Question: What do these three lovely things have in common?

Answer: They will all be a part of my weekend.

That's right kiddos. This weekend the universe has decided to cut me a break and align itself. In the span of a few days The Simpsons movie will come out, The Brewer's Festival will be held downtown, and the Washington County Fair will delight me with both carnie food and farm animals.

As Mr. Burns would say, "Excellent."
This pleases me.

Oh my.

You might not see or hear much of me for the next 4 weeks. I'm going into "Finish - Up - Your - Classes - Please - Oh - God - Oh - God - Don't - Fail- You - Need - To - Pass - These - Classes - To - Graduate - And - You - Need - To - Graduate - To - Go - To - Europe" mode.
*gasp*


Wish me luck, sanity, and lenient professors.

I dont' have a title...

I just had a very odd dream last night and felt like sharing it.

Well, I was in a sea kayak in what looked like the area around Whidbey. (If you know me, then you'll know where I'm going with this).

So, of course orcas start popping out of the water all around me. I paddle towards shore but somehow end up further out again. Then the orcas start popping up right underneath me, bumping me, and one of them bit me. But it was a soft bite, like what Minerva does.

Then, out of nowhere, I'm at my Dad's house, but James and I live there. I am waking up in the morning after the sea-kayaks-of-doom. Apparently we didn't lock the front door when we got home for some strange dream-related reason that made total sense when I dreamt it. So I go into the kitchen and there's this dude trying to get in. He acts like he's just some sort of repairman who was trying to get in but I call his bluff. He starts to run off and I tell him I'm going to call the cops, to which he says, "Good, I'll be jacking off in the bushes!".

Then for some reason he turns into Edward Scissorhands, only with an "H" carved into his head just to the right of his right eyebrow.

Yeah...

Well, enough of me being a weirdo-pants. I have a garden! I have 20 plants out on my deck, as well as a cedar Adirondack chair for which to sit on. I've been doing lots of planting (my mom gave me 18 pots), so naturally a lot of dirt has been falling on the patio under us. I feel really bad. Also, when I water them it all spills down on them too. I'm afraid I'm really going to piss them off. Anyone have any suggestions? Not so much about the dirt cause I'm done transferring plants. My tendency is to just not care, but James is worried that we're screwing them over. I told him its water and who cares.