Today, the Best Week Ever begins.

Murderflower

After going to God knows how much effort to get my morning glories to grow...I have been challenged again. This time, by Murderplant.

Murderplant is the name I have given to the plants that have sprung up in my planters. It does not resemble anything I planted, but this did not bother me originally, because it was leafy and green, and I'm a sucker for that. Then the Murderplants began killing my morning glories.

Murderplants grow, innocent-seeming, and then shoot out tendrils. These tendrils are not for climbing because I have tried and failed to get them to twine around the wrought iron railing. They refuse. However, as soon as they encounter another plant (specifically, my morning glories) their tendrils curl quickly around it (*for a plant) and strangle off the stem they are encircling.

Damn Murderplants. I really don't know how to make them peaceful.

Also, I saw the absolute sweetest thing today at the library. Remember, in Las Vegas, the parking lots are much bigger than they are back east. It takes me more than a full minute to get to my car fram the front doors at a brisk walk. It's actually two minutes at the leisurely walk which was my pace this morning. So I had plenty of time to watch an elderly couple that had parked in the bark row, a few cars away from me.

They both had completely white hair (from what I could tell of the man's; he was wearing a baseball cap), and they both had to be at least 80. The man was walking with the aid of a cane and holding the woman's hand. When they got close to their car, she dropped his hand, but he continued to walk around to the passenger side (which was the longer walk) and then opened the door for the woman, before walking back around to driver's side.

For Samm!

The internet is truly for porn.

http://ars.userfriendly.org/cartoons/?id=19990314

It's all so clear now.

Added: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sdUUx5FdySs

This was so sweet, it actually made me smile.

Today, as I was walking to class in my new black boots that click when I walk, carrying my coffee away from my body so as not to spill it on my jeans, I discovered that I am exactly a black turtleneck away from being Rocknak.

http://www.tweep.com/comic/?date=08-16-06

Sad, but this is fairly accurate.

I have decided that I also want a margarita fairy. I intend to hide him under my bed. And I say him, because I would like it to be a true fairy, and so must be a completely flaming gay man. Who make awesome bartenders, for reasons I do not fathom.

Thoughts for the moment:

"If men can run the world, why can't they stop wearing neck-ties? How intelligent is it to start the day by tying a little noose around your neck?"-Linda Ellerbee

"Talking with a man is like trying to saddle a cow. You work like hell, but what's the point?"-Gladys Upham

Oh, last edit, the best quote from this weekend:
"Listen to her, she's a scientist, she knows what's she talking about...unlike you." -"grown-up" frat boy, about me, to his louder friend

Ladies and gentlemen,

For the first time in the history of my college career, I am not taking any 8am classes.

Proof that Josh does not go against his word:

http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f103/ishmaella/smile.jpg.

http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f103/ishmaella/pretty.jpg

"It's so peaceful that my eyes slide off!"

Thank you, Rose.

I have officially sold some of my artwork. I know it's not that great, but it makes me feel good that someone liked it enough to give me money for it. Smile meter just went up another few points.

Life is good. I'm done with school for the summer, I got an A. (The prof told me as I was leaving.) I'm calling one of the grad schools I was invited to attend tomorrow, to see if my invitation would still stand, if I were to choose not to finish my philosophy degree. I'm pretty sure I'm done with Hartwick philosophy, but I think I'd like to earn my Ph.D for it at some point. While I know this is no walk in the park, I don't think I'd have too much trouble, as both McFarlane and Rocknak had no doubt that I would breeze (comparatively) through the thesis.

It might seem like a waste of time to the rest of you, but since I want to work for the FBI, I don't think I'm overqualifying myself. They like over-educated people. So, I have this next year to get my grades up, and hopefully I'll do the internship there summer of 2008.

The waters are receding, I'm all moved in and in a flutter of domesticity (Liz is coming over to bake pies and make fried chicken with me today), school is done, and someone very special has walked back into my life. I needed a pick-me-up, but this is like...never mind, I won't describe it. Josh already told me I'm dopey.

Working is rough, but it'll be a lot easier with no school work except thesis prep. I'm only working 4 jobs this summer, for a rough total of about 90 a week. That's down from last summer, but I'm spoiling myself a little this year.

I got a new cell phone, and my dad, as usual, went above and beyond. He asked what kind of phone I wanted, I said I really didn't care, but a flip phone would be nice, so it wouldn't get all scratched up in my pocket. He, of course, got me a camera-phone, so watch out! I've been playing with it.

Life is good.

Fun Games with the TSC

Sam: "Do you like your new hard drive?"
Me: "Yes..."
Sam: "Then don't ask questions."