Tuesday, August 19, 2008

To sleep, perchance to dream

Dreams are funny things, eh? Just the other night, I dreamed that I married the leader of a large vacuum conglomerate. He had dust busters for hands. We owned a lot of beach front property that had recently been damaged by a large storm. And for our first date we went and ate waffles.

What does this mean? I hope nothing, because it's just plain weird. I would say the weirdest dream in recent memory. I know some people say dreams can be prophetic, and I'm sure that's true, but I always wonder--with crap like this going on in my subconscious, how would I ever be able to trust anything I dreamed about? I also wonder how a guy who has dust buster hands can eat a waffle. How does he hold the fork?

Wednesday, August 13, 2008

Random bits of buttery goodness

I feel remiss for not having posted lately. My only excuse is school. In fact, school has not as of yet released me from it's cruel choke hold, so this post will be short and relatively unimportant. But since I am currently wallowing in the pit of despair, I thought maybe this post should be a bit about things that make me happy.

1. Bacon-When did I develop this great love for the crispy deliciousness of the other white meat? I can't say for certain, but I am certainly addicted now.

2. Taking the shrink wrap off DVDs. Mmmm. That sounds so relaxing about now.

3. Plantains-I had never eaten this banana-like food until I moved to Maryland, but now I want to name my first child Plantain. Or at least learn how to cook this uber delicious food.

4. Step Up 2: The Streets- Better than Step Up: Original Flavor for two reasons-Less plot, more dancing. Plus, I had a hilarious dream a few nights ago guest starring the guy from Step Up 2: The Streets and Bart Simpson.

5. The Wheaton Library book sale-How much money have I spent there since I moved to Maryland? The surprising answer is "Way less than I would have if I had payed full price for all those books!" Mecca.

6. Baby Platypi-I want some.

I could go on, but I actually have to go back to the scheduled soul-crushing. Wait!! Augh! Kittens! Rainbows! Real butter! Cemeteries! (That might sound weird, but I really do like them) Dark Chocolate! Pickles! Vacation! All I ever wanted! Vacation! Having to get away!
Whew, back to zen.

Sunday, August 3, 2008

SHARK WEEK!!!!!!

Oh, the joys of Shark Week. Every night for an entire week, shows about sharks on Discovery. Things I learned:

It's hard to make a shark bite you.
But some people want a shark to bite them.
Sharks won't eat RoboDog.
The Bahamas is teeming with sharks.
The shark in Jaws is unrealistic.
Sharks are attracted to flashlights and clown suits.
You should go for the eyes if a shark attacks you, but you will probably be dead or severely maimed before you find them.

And I could go on! But I will end instead by telling you that our culminating Shark Week event was a trip to Rehoboth Beach in Delaware. And what did we see out in the water?

Sharks!!! JK, it was dolphins. Seriously, this was the best shot we could get, although we saw at least 12 dolphins at the same time. Some of them jumped out of the water a bit. It was sweet. Here's me playing in the ocean:


And with Kenisha:


My secret life:

You had no idea, right? I'm actually a mermaid princess, much like the daughters of Triton. Here's my throne:


Finally, here's Kenisha, Kadona, and me, playing in the sand, after my fins were surgically removed. There's no such thing as a legless Top Doll!

I also left with an unwanted Shark Week souvenir-the mother of all sunburns. Not really, but it does hurt real bad. Sigh. Tragically, I won't even get a tan from it. You just watch.

Until next year, Happy Shark Week!