And they make Dino squeezably soft, too.

I've vowed to make a pot roast on Saturday. And it is going to be oh so good...

It only shuts him up for a little while.

I planned on doing work today. I planned on reading books, writing essays, getting a jump start on my Grad school application...instead I spent the day studying how to format screenplays for television because I got it into my head that I wanted to write a show for the BBC. They take unsolicited submissions, you know. Why do I waste my time so? Would someone please tell me to do something I should be doing?

Settle down, or Doctor Dino will whip out his Sonic Needle-Nose Pliers.

Joel and I ran out of quarters in the middle of drying our laundry, so now our entire apartment is covered in clothes. Clothes hanging on chairs, clothes draped over kitchen cupboards, clothes in the closet (well, no shock there...), clothes hanging on a USB cord I duct taped across my open door...it's a bit of a mess. And really humid.

FRICKING ALLERGIES.

Know what I think is a funny word? Squeegee. Also pancake. And kumquat. Oh, and the Westboro Baptist Church decided to make an appearance at my University which, I must admit, I am super excited for. So excited, I might go to hell.

You get in my nose and make me sneeze.

I watched TV from 5 p.m. till 1 a.m. tonight. Yes, I had homework. Yes, I ignored it. But I had good reason! Four episodes of Doctor Who, the House season premiere, three episodes of The Venture Brothers, and of course the quintessential Daily Show and Colbert Report. It was a totally awesome television night.

Chill out on those trans fats, Dino.

Want to know something hilarious? You have to pay $140 dollars to take the GRE. "What's so funny about that, Katie?" You must be asking yourself. Well, fair reader, ask any given academic professional what the purpose of the GRE is and you'll get about the same answer from all of them: "Oh, it's not actually that important. It's just one of those things you have to do." So in other words, the GRE is the $140 dollar bridge to Graduate school which, hour by hour, costs almost twice as much as Undergraduate. WHY DON'T YOU JUST TAKE MY KIDNEY, UNL?!

SWELL! I am SO EXCITED about spending half a paycheck on a God-forsaken test that essentially means nothing except that I know how to take fill-in-the-bubble tests. Good. Thought I'd proven that in kindergarten, first through eighth grade, all of high school, and the first half of college. And what am I tested for on the GRE? Junior high math and vocabulary. No, really. I almost cannot contain my excitement.

Goddamn universities.

Buy tickets in advance, or they might all be Anti"gone" (ba doom choo)

Since it's past midnight, I'm putting up a new one. Can't talk now though, Colbert's on.

One just tastes a little more like Thanksgiving, that's all.

Happy almost 21st birthday, Joel. Better watch out, world--now that Joel and I are both legal, we're going to do exactly what we want to do: watch Everybody Loves Raymond and take a nap.

My people drawing skills aren't as awesome as my dino drawing skills.

I've been sneezing incessantly for the last few days, so if anybody wants to make a donation to the Foundation of Me, Kleenexes would be appreciated. Or money, as usual, but Kleenexes now too.

Dinosaur McQueen and Sally Rex in the Lifetime Original Movie, "I didn't know he had syphilis."

A two-fer for ya's. You're welcome.

What do Mexican Dinosaur and Joel have in common? Unsightly stubble.

I've taken a momentary vow of silence, as I have a painful canker sore in the back of my throat which is REALLY PISSING ME OFF! So...here's an old 'toon I forgot I'd made. Joel had been nagging me for about four weeks to make a Mexican dinosaur. It was this or Einsteinosaur, so I had to choose.

Put down the nut and give him a hand, you damn squirrel!

I've been reading a book all about the most likely ways I'll die and what exactly it will do to me. The purpose of the book is to dispel the myriad myths surrounding death, to perhaps to the reader's mind at ease with the knowledge of just how some of these diseases work. It has only served to make me even more paranoid than I was before and slightly worried as well, as now I know I'll probably make a number of funny noises the moment I die. Great.

4 out of 5 dentists recommend toothpaste for your grillz.

I'm off to listen to Joel read an excerpt from one of his stories on German culture. Should be moderately exciting, unless I fall asleep...of which there is imminent danger.

Dino also uses a moisturizer for his dry skin problem.

Yea yea, it's been a while. Shut up. I had to move home, get settled, yell at Joel for not doing the dishes, praise Joel for buying me seasons 1 and 2 of BBC's The Office (squee!) and...uh...start that crappy school stuffs. No, these will not be as regular as before. Yes, that makes me sad. For life is but a delicate flower, and school is a large unyielding bulldozer that regularly tramples that flower.

All packed up and ready to move.

Well I'm mostly packed up now, and kind of bored. I had some chicken today, and it was tasty.

Dino retaliates on my behalf

So I had this really weird dream last night. I was at a pool with some friends, but they were all from high school. This is the first weird part of the dream, as in high school I wasn't actually friends with anyone who was in the dream. Okay so anyway, we were swimming at the pool and for some reason I had my entire collection of Harry Potter books there with me. To, I guess, you know, do some swimming and reading. Well they all fall in the water (shocker!) and I start freaking out because they're getting soaked. So one of the "friends", I don't recall who, jumped in the pool and tried to dive for them. No luck. Finally a pool lady fished them out with a net but I was still hysterical because they were all wet and ruined. So my question to you, readers, is this: on a scale of one to Battlestar Galactica, how dorky does this dream make me? You decide.

Dino: Smaller than a whale, larger than scuba gear.

The artist realizes that past 'toons have perhaps been deceptive as to the exact scale of Dinosaur. He is, as you can see, smaller than a whale.

Joel and I go home in one week! Whoooeee! I'm so excited for another 24 hour car ride and the subsequent TWO family reunions!

Dino needs to work on applying an even coat.

Here's my updated list of people I really really really really don't like (in no particular order):

• Bill O'Reilly
• Nancy Grace
• Dick Cheney
• Michelle Malkin
• Ann Coulter

Yes, I know...there's an emerging pattern here. In other news, I went home sick from work today. I blame the water in Mexico, but it could have also been the thirty-five hot wings Joel and I shared last night. Either way, I don't think I'll eat again for a while.

Good in soups.

Well Joel and I are properly sunburned thanks to the direct Mexican sun. We spent our afternoon and evening lounging about on the beach, splashing in the water, picking up shells, and fervently avoiding the numerous people trying to sell us things. We even saw two Mexican dudes get into a fist fight! WHAT AN ADVENTURE! Now we are home, we survived crossing the border ("You haf beer or tequila?" "No, just Coca-Cola." "Cola Cola?! OOH! Siiiii!") and now we'll probably just sit here and wait for our sunburns to take full effect. Ouch.

Joel's interpretation of Dinosaur.

Joel and I are off to Rocky Point, Mexico tomorrow morning to spend what I'm hoping will be a nice, quiet, sun-filled weekend together. However, a number of things could prevent this from happening. A) our hotel has terrible reviews online. B) Apparently Rocky Point police officers like to take advantage of ignorant tourists. C) Knowing this area of the country, it will probably rain. But hey! It'll still be a nice hotel on a beach in Mexico...can't be too bad, can it?