the rest of my life...

I guess its impossible for me to not talk. I went over to Dee's house the other day, and her goofy room mate Mike was there as well playing a game (on Nintendo) called "Bad Fur Day". Sound wierd? It is... they have psychotic squirrles being attacked by just as psychotic and rather violent, gun toting teddy bears. And I thought the things were cuddly. And when you shoot 'em, fluff explodes everywhere. But then again, its not any wierder than my life right now.

But here's a couple of laughs. I went with Becky to take her puppy to dog training classes at the strip mall, which was fun, Sierra was sooo cute. Well, after the dog training classes, I happened to notice a huge sign on the night club next door which said "THURSDAY!!! Wet T-Shirt Contest!!!" Hold this thought...

I then went to pick Dee up from work at this little restaruant, and that night, she'd had to wash dishes; in the course of washing dishes, she'd accidentally splashed a huge pot in the water, and had gotten the whole front of her shirt wet.

So when Dee get's home, Mike is already there, and he asks her why her shirt is all wet. I could not help it, and I said ,"Oh, Gecko's had a wet t-shirt contest, we just got back." He stared at both of us in suprised shock and then said, "Oh, no, no, no!! She just got done with work!! I know better. HA!"

And I said, "Yeah, at 9p.m. she got done with work, and I picked her up; she didn't take the bus home." He stares at us for awhile and then asks me if I was in the contest too.

"Nope, I was wearing a sweater, they wouldn't let me," I said.

Dee cannot hold back any longer and bursts out laughing. He looks at both of us with disgust and stalks off. "I knew you were joking!!!" He calls, over his shoulder.

***

This morning I talked to Nick and missed my Psych class, which Becky told me was a boring waste of an hour anyway. So my time was well spent, although Nick gave me a lecture about skipping class and ruining my grades. I've got an A... well okay an A -, in the class that the teacher told me I wouldn't be able to get an A, because the expectations were so high. I think I can skip one class.

Yesterday her rant was on how harmful it was for children to believe in the "myth" of Heaven as an actual place, and how beliefs in places that weren't real was something that most children grow out of. She said that teaching children about Heaven, and the concept of reuniting with loved ones in such a place was harmful, because children would try to commit suicide to be with a dead loved one if they actually thought they would see them again some day after THEY died... Yes, That's exactly what I wanted to do when my Gran died. I wanted to buy the biggest glock and blow my brains out. <---- (insert sarcasm here, in case you are wondering if I'm serious) What is wrong with people??? Isn't that discrimination? Can you sit there and undermine someone's faith like that? Being the push-over that I am, I didn't say anything, because I didn't feel like being made an idiot of in front of the whole class. She laughed at the last guy who spoke out. I really hate this class.

Aside from that, I made another small lake in the kitchen and dining room because the hose nozzle broke when I tried to change the water in the fishtank. Now, there are about 20 sopping towels on the line, which means laundry is a must now, but hey... the floor got cleaned. :P