Yes, I totally just stole Joe's blog post title. I did that because now that I'm back in Texas, I, much like Joe, am being a bum. This mostly involves watching 30 Rock and taking naps with Mister Bones. He still does that thing where he stretches out and uses a pillow for his head. Sometimes he flops his ears over his eyes.

Last night I finally saw Hot Fuzz - it was not at all what I expected. Actually, it was better than I expected.

I met J-- for dinner Saturday night after cleaning up my room as much as possible without a vacuum. We had end of semester Wisey's in the LXR Underground. Technically the LXR Underground may be the Neville's common room, but it's difficult to tell. It is totally awesome though. We went to N---'s Rocky Horror party, which was very much the type of party N--- might throw. J-- and I were falling asleep and had places to be early in the morning, though, so we left early.

I totally didn't miss my plane, although I did have to repack my suitcase in the middle of the airport. It was over the weight limit, which is stupid when you consider that I was still taking the same amount of stuff, just in two bags. Although, it isn't stupid when you consider that at some point, someone has to be able to lift that bag. I could lift it though.

Right now Mister Bones is having a dream, and he's barking in his sleep. Except not really, because it sounds more like a broken squeaky toy sound, but they're clearly supposed to be barks.

My shoulders do not fit in airplane seats. This is very uncomfortable.
The baby carrots and kit kat bar almost made up for it. (Hint: not really)

Before watching Hot Fuzz last night, we had to do mothers day things. These really just consisted of eating dinner outside. Dinner, by the way, was amazing, as it was totally the first real food I've eaten since easter. Negro Modelo, chocolate dipped strawberries, and steaks were involved.

I thought Mister Bones' cookies might have been crushed on the airline, but they weren't. I didn't realize until I took them out of my bag to show my father that they had garlic powder in them as well as peanut butter. So Mister Bones got a garlic powder peanut butter cookie, and then got to go around and lick everyone with his garlic powder peanut butter breath. Good stuff.

Assorted extras:
noone knows what happened to Mister Bones' volleyball
I got my third grade back, out of four - it is better than I thought it would be!
I saw K----, at church, briefly, in between the airport and home
my cat hates you
we have new cable - with BBCAmerica
later I will write a post about how I know my parents are hippies

As of three years ago, I am now also disqualified from navigator training. On the other hand, I can't believe I didn't pick up on this news when it broke a year ago. Whether or not I qualify for PRK or LASIK is debatable, and I would have to wait a few years to find out. Unfortunately, I expect that there will still be a war on, and so it doesn't really matter.

The whole point of writing this (aside from not writing my paper) is that WETA (a local publicly funded tv station) is on the television in the coffee place I'm at. They're showing some program which includes lots of gorgeous aerial shots taken from planes interspersed with commercials for a different program about space. Being grounded is incredibly depressing, and I'm surprised I haven't been able to shake that. Or maybe I'm not surprised. I don't know - it's only been six years.

Now that I've ended this post on a suitably emo note, I'll get back to inefficiently researching the 15 page paper I have to finish writing by tonight.