Sweet shoes, man.

For those of you who read this and don't already know, I'll be spending the summer in London with none other than my bestest pal Chauncey. We will start a blog to keep everyone updated, and its coolness just might rival that of this blog's. But probably not. We plan on staying till August and will hopefully work in a hostel so we won't have to pay rent. (yes, I said a hostel. No, we won't get tortured and/or have our Achilles tendons severed. No worries.) So hurrah for seeing England again! Cheers!

Yes, it's supposed to be a turtleneck.

Joel and I put up some artwork today. A few weeks back we finger painted some pictures, so we decided to get frames for them. Joel made some vegetables in various states of emotion, which are currently hanging in the kitchen. I made a quaint little blue flower and an excited looking dinosaur which are in the bathroom. FINGER PAINTING RULES!

Then Dino gives him a noogie and runs off with his candy.

I've watched so many episodes of The Shield, I'm having difficulty differentiating it from my real life. I dream about Vic Mackey arresting me and trumping up the charges by planting pot in my car. I try to imagine what I would say to outsmart Dutch's seemingly flawless interrogation techniques.

Zarquon, help me. I am a T.V. junkie.

This just screams Doctor Who, doesn't it?

(To be sung to the tune of Happy Birthday)

Happy Birthday to you
Happy Birthday to you
Happy Birthday dear person who gave birth to me twenty-one-and-a-half years ago...
Happy Birthday to you!

Yes, this is your birthday present. I'm not the only person who suffers when I don't have money :)

The Salisbury Plains is a beautiful place to sit and think

So I've decided I'm going to spend the summer working in London. Gotta go back to England. I'm telling you, once you go there it just sucks you right back.

Even Joel being a Dinosaur doesn't make him intimidating.

My pot roast RULED! A little dry, I'll admit, but still super tasty. Also I went to a natural history museum today and saw a giant cross-section of a tree. It was alive back when Mary Queen of Scots was beheaded. I bet Mary wishes she could say the same about herself! (ba doom choo.)

Tonight they're gonna rock you tonight.

This is what the guitar sounds like: "Chuh chuh, chika chika chuh booooooow wooooow weedle wooooow woooow...chucka chuh."
And the drums sound like: "buh buh....buh da duh da duh da duh duh...buh da duh da duh da doom choo."

Thought you'd like to know.

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?