Friday, August 27, 2004

   *pets baby cantelope*
yeah. so i had my second lesson with my organ teacher. he is SO fricken' scary. (i modified my recent accomplishments section in my profile, as if anyone cared.) yeah. i ended up crying in front of him. it's so humiliating. it's not like i'm so upset, it's just that when i get frusterated i cry. i want to bang my head against a wall. everyone thinks i'm nuts. i wish i could stop, but i'ts something wierd about me.
but i don't want to think about anything serious right now.

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i came home and made myself a stiff kool-aide, and want to let the world fade away....
so i went out to visit my garden. i discovered 2 main things:
1. russian olive trees bear sweet red berries. yeah. one volunteered in our backyard (that means, a bird craped a seed which sprouted and i thought it was cool and didn't weed it out of the garden and now it's a sapling) and so i saw it developing fruit. i was hoping for the traditional salty type of olive (eowyn=olive fanatic) but these are sweet. why do i know, you ask? because, like an idiot, i just reached over, picked, washed with the hose i was watering with, and ate 2 berries. the second one, especially, was sweet. and to all of you who think i'm nuts for doing that, i'd say yeah. i should probably surf the net right now to see if i'm gonna have russian olive poisioning, but i don't think i'm gonna try. i don't wanna know. i like living life on the edge like that: i live on the wild side. (i hope you allknow how sarcastic i'm being.)
2. i'd like to discuss infidelity among melon vines. ok. i'm growing cantelopes. the seed packet i get says "cantelopes" and shows the usual, straight-out-of-a-grocery-store-looking orange-fleshed fruit. so i plant them, and they grow. all the vines look exactly the same. and the fruit they grow looks mostly the same, except for this one. it's kinda hard to describe. i suppose the best way to describe it is that it looks like a mutated albino pumpkin (it's got ribs like a pumpkin), but shaped like a slightly rounded watermelon. and i've got to wonder, just what happened?????????????? i mean, is there infidelity among cantelope blossoms? could it have cross-polinated with the crab apple? was it gettin' down with the crab grass pollen? i dunoo. maybe the seed company just screwed up and gave me a melon assortment.
maybe i should shut up now, before i've bored ya'all to tears. i only write about this because ranting about my organ lesson would mean reliving it and right now i have it quietly stored amongst all my repressed memories of painful times and ex boyfriends, only to be relived when something reminds me of the moment, at which point i have painful flashbacks, like i was shell-shocked.... any way, everyone think on my cantelope situation. tell me if i should give them a morality talk.
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