My London Dream

So... I'm going to London, right? To study Shakespeare and literature and all that high intellectual stuff, right?

Well, in all honesty... This is all I'm really thinking about.

Mmmmmm... Yes please?

Wouldn't say no.

And if he can make that Irish accent permanent, the yes, for sure.

Intellectual, my eye. Don't try and kid me, professors. I know what life is really about. You may try to win my over with your Zola and Dostoyevsky and Manet. But they are not going to make me feel like I'm crusted over with diamonds. Those dead artists are just going to make me depressed, confused, and lower my GPA.

These tasty-cakes, however.... crusted diamonds.

Bring on the Britain.

Stream of Conscious (and yes mine does have this fabulously correct punctuation and grammar)

So I have been staring at those poor Chinese kids for, like, a week or something. I keep meaning to do another post, but nothing has come to mind. So that is the new post.

NOTHING!

Exciting, I know. Just wait til I get started.

Oh, pooh. It's lame, isn't it?

Oh well. At least it's new. New pooh. (Somehow I feel that new pooh should not be better than old posts, but it some how is)

Pause a second, will you? I've got to take my yam out of the oven.

(time passing)

YAM OUT OF THE OVEN and lookin' good! I used tinfoil this time so yam juice didn't get all over the oven floor (oven floor?) But yes. It's good. Just wait til it cools, then I will be a yam-eating-machine! (mwahahahhyamyamyamyamyam)

Today I did not go to class because I was feeling ill. I felt like a pile of refried beans actually, with a head ache (Do beans get a headache? Do they have heads? I think they are just heads, minus bodies, so very able to have a headache. whew. answer solved---I mean question solved er, answered). Anyway, not going to class was actually not that fun, being head-achey beans and all, and still having to do homework. Damn the internet. They always know. (insert a pair of beady eyes)

Ok, I think I'm done. The universe is starting to yawn (mmmm.. yams). So check ya later. :P

Chinese Child Ball

Is it bad that this is the kind of mother I will be?