Farming and Other Such Things

“I feel like a farmer’s daughter.”

Or so says Athena. Since I found out picking fruit off of the campus trees is, in fact, legal, I feel safe in posting this blog and not blocking it or anything. So, as I was drifting off into slumber land, I get a call from Athena. I forgot that, earlier that day, I had been invited to their special fruit picking outing. I LOVE fruit. So, upon the reminder, I got out of my comfy PJs, grabbed my Totoro hat and slipped out into the night! Excitement!

I didn’t know exactly how we were going to extract said fruit, but I guess my dear friends from Morgan had some ideas… namely involving a football named “Donald” and launching him into the branches. It took a few times, but it eventually rained fruit for our expedition. On the whole we got plums, another kind of smaller plums, peaches, pears and apples. So, really quite productive. If we’re farmers daughters then, a) Athena is adopted, b) Hannah, Becca and I are adopted or c) Something is not right. Take your pick.

Not much to write about… some things are more fun to experience than to chronicle… but on another note…

And this may be harsh, but sometimes I just want some people to be quiet, PLEASE. It’s hard enough to pay attention in class without your insipid prattle distracting me. Not because it’s interesting - no, no. Just because it is so insanely ridiculous that I want to turn around and hit you with a dictionary. Or a bible. Something! Maybe a bible dictionary! I mean, the things some girls talk about, especially a certain ring of freshman! I really just wanted to vomit. In. My. Spleen. I just had to breathe and listen to music in my head… and it kind of worked. But, still, it was so ridiculous…. END RANT.

Dum dee dum.

BY THE WAY, RUTH: Thanks for volunteering me for Bio treasurer. *sarcasm* I am so lazy, it’s really sad.

Toodle Pip.