Watch Out, Fiddy!

I had a dream last night involving my mom and I eating at a crappy whole-in-the-wall Chinese food restaurant when a big black car pulls up front containing none other than Fifty Cent and Flava Flav (along with an impressive looking posse of course). However, this was no ordinary looking 50, this was a man who had recently survived an explosion of some sort and was carefully maneuvered out of the car via wheel chair. The unlucky rapper was missing an arm, and had crippled legs, but was none the less very tough looking and still adorning his signature bullet-proof vest. Flav on the other hand was perky as usual, and waltzed into the restaurant where I was eating, and had a chat with my mom and I, and then autographed my copy of Faulkner's 'Light in August'. How lucky I was! I then remember waking up and mumbling the story to myself out loud to make sure that I would remember the dream in the morning. Otherwise, it very well may have been lost in my subconscious for ever. In the mean time, lets hope that the dust bunnies around my desk don't rise up to start some kind of revolution. Strictly by numbers, they have the advantage.

Cougars at the Prom

Here's a first for me: Going to the Prom. I wasn't ever planning on going. In fact it was quite the opposite. I was planning on making it through my high school years without attending any of the school dances. I'm not trying to be anti-social, or a non-conformist or anything like that, it's just not my thing. I'd rather do something else with my time I suppose. Anyway, friends convinced me to go, so I am, but by default. We're going as "cougars" (as our English teacher was excited to find out) taking some younger men with us. Is that what they call ladies who date younger men? Cougars? It must be, because when another English teacher came in to eavesdrop, she picked up on the cougar term right away adding that "Demi would be proud." I don't know the first thing about preparing for a dance like this, but after next week I will be a pro. I am in Galena for the weekend and today we took a ride into Iowa to the Target where I picked up some new music. Classics this time; Thriller, some Elton John, Earth Wind & Fire, and some more recent stuff. After we went to the Chinese buffet next door, Great Dragon, some good cheap eats. For some reason we can't help but always eat there after visiting Target. I don't have any exciting pictures or drawings this time, but I feel like I will after the dance...

HH Film Fest

I wait anxiously in anticipation of tomorrow night's festivities of miss Hannah's birthday party slash mini film fest. All the invitees were urged to capture their own 5 to 10 minute film to show the night of the party. What will be my red carpet attire?? Decisions decisions!

Sneak peak the gift.....

Happy Birthday Iggy

Today is Iggy Pop's birthday. Tomorrow is Earth day. Yesterday was 420. This is one week of exciting things I guess. Something to do when there's nothing to do- listen to Cyndi Lauper with a best bud and take pictures of yourselves eating lollipops. The Raconteurs are coming this weekend, but Lyndie's out of town, and missing them. Good thing I caught them last year. I bought part of a drum set with an extra ticket I had to that show. Which reminds me that my two items of desire right now happen to be a 1969 Camero, and a beautiful semi-hollow bodied guitar. Cupcakes: cookies'n'creme, they turned out well, but I'm not satisfied yet.

Labour III

Everybody needs a little dead language in their life. Makes you appear as quite the intellect. Like me, I'm getting ready for Latin convention this week. Imagine the antlers painted in with gold.