tawainai

Hello my little seekers and peekers,



I'm laying in bed watching old movies after a long day. The current film is, The Guide for the Married Man. I think this movie is soooo cute funny. And the theme song was so catchy that I put it on my mp3. (If you wanna look for it, it's the same title as the movie. It was performed by The Turtles and composed by John Williams)

I had lecture today so I got there a little bit early so I could begin my 3 hour nap that I knew was on its way. Sandals looked exceptionally dashing in his huge Bill Cosby sweater, corduroy shorts and brand new leather sandals. I was hoping to see more leather down on his feet...even perhaps a SHOE..but hey....the guy broke his ass and school equipment the other day. It's a miracle he's even at work. He definitely had my kudos.



So he begins his lecture "lasagna, lasagna, blah blah blah...", and ZZZZZZZZZZ. And then I'm awaken by the most rancid, and foul smell.. I can pretty much sleep through anything. I can sleep through a yodeling concert, but this smell called for my attention. Some other guy took HIS sandals off in the next row. What in the hell is going on here? Maybe this was a yoga class and I mistook it for lecture. This guy was the ULITMATE hippy. I am not prejudice against hippies. I am part hippy myself. Thank you. But this guy looked like he hadn't taken a shower since Woodstock. (I'd give my nipples to be there and listen to Jimi and Janis) He reminded you of Pig Pen from Charlie Brown. I could feel my poor nose melting off. I left early....

I ate a pouch of tuna for lunch. MMMMMMM....*purrs*

Lauren wants to videotape me causing disturbances at the exhibit tonight. Ha. I just might. What she wants me to do is, walk up and stare at the pieces as if i'm very intrigued and then when someone finally walks up to me, I just start doing the polka. I dont think i shall be going though. I'd rather not waste another 30 mins of my life there making people assume i actually enjoyed the exhibit so much that, i decided to pay a second visit. Plus the snacks sucked...



I fell down the stairs earlier. I am quite alright, I do not believe anything is broken (nothing except my ego). My whole life (all 30 mins of it) flashed before my eyes. I look up. And Alfie is just sitting there at the tip of the stairs staring. I swear, I could be getting brutally murdered, and Alfie would be just sitting there watching with only one concern on his mind.."Does this mean I shant be eating this evening?"... Damned cat.. Cole eventually came to check on me after he was done eating, and licked my nose.



I think i'm going to make a pot of tea soon. And relocate some of my joints...


With love of none other..
T



Ps. Here's my tenative birthday wishlist:
1. Explosives. (preferabally C4. For Jonas Bros concert)