So, Ms. Carmondy told us this...interesting......story today. Actually, it was kinda cool, in that creepy de ja vu, sixth sence kind of way.

So, anyway, I am under the understanding that she is taking a short vacation next week. And I guess she didn't want to tell anyone until she left. Or like, irght before anyway. So, she hasn't told anyone...not even her son. Anyway, so she told us she had a dream last night about leaving. I guess she wasj ust like leaving and stuff, but you know how you have those realistic dreams where you think its really happening? Well, this was one of these. So, she woke up (late, might I add, which resulted in Smidtz teaching the first 20 minutes of my class) and didn't really think about it until she had to take her son to school. And she told us that after she started driving, he was like "so when were you going to tell me that you were going on vacation?" Andshe was like, "holy shit, how'd you find out, I haven't told anyone". Apperentaly, he had the same dream. Creeeeepy. But cool.


I have just returned (acabo de regresar) from my neighbour's house (de la casa de mis vecinos) where I was watching the new baby (donde estaba asistiendo al bebe nuevo). I was reminded of why I hate little children. They spit and they smell and they pull at your clothes. Then they wake up and cry. Repeat cycle. Yuck. Tres gross.

Mum force fead me steak. Now my stomache hurts. Retarded stomache.

The weekend.....is in three days...........
well, two and a half.........

thats sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo far away.
When is it summer?

yo ho
yo ho
a pirate's life for
~me

The video did not kill the radio star.


I did.