Jasmine is coming home! You know what that means..... BOTANY PARTY!

So Jasmine is my best friend. And I love her face a lot! She was swallowed up by the sea for a while, but she is coming home tomorrow and then we can have a botany party! What is this wonderful thing called a botany party, you ask? Well I will tell you! Lucky ducks.

Jasmine and I are kind of nerds you see... She was taking a botany class that she hated. She would call me several times a week to complain about her hard-ass teacher, and the work, and how she was NEVER going to work with plants ever. To make her feel better, I started making jokes about what botanists must do when they all get together. Including, but not limited too;

1. Puns about plants that are jokes.

2. Puns about plants that are NOT jokes.

3. Having beautiful plants at the party instead of women.

4. Checking out the beautiful plants.

5. Taking the plants upstairs....?

Maybe 5 took it too far? Oh well. My point is... did I have one? Nope. I draw some pictures of a botany party!

Ok... yes... they are the same picture with different words... but changing the eyes made all the difference! GET OFF MY BACK!

And the winner is.......!

I decided not to work on how this site looked because I was too lazy at the moment, because for the first time in days I actually feel tired at a normal time. It is 10:28 pm and I am actually yawning. Go me! And why am I writing this? Well I happen to have to job, no boyfriend, and lots of time on my hands. Also my sleep pattern has been off the walls and I keep accidentally not sleeping for 24 plus hours and then being like... oops. My bad brain, I'm sorry if you now feel like you are melting. I didn't mean it. Then I let my brain sleep for a few hours and it is in super-happy-whimsical-magic-land again.

So why have I not been sleeping for extremely long periods of time? Well you see I keep having nightmares. I have always had nightmare my whole life actually. But for nearly a year I had a big strong man in my bed to ward off the zombies, and now I am alone... I am not complaining about being alone. I hate sharing a bed, but if a zombie attack had happened, I think I could have out run him and escaped to safety. My last set of dreams consisted of this...


Yes this is a spider sandwich.... I had a dream about it. I had a sandwich which more resembled a peanut butter sandwich, but when I took a bite spiders leaked out. Actually leaked is not the right word, it is just the first one that came to mind. It was more like scurried out. All over me. And then out my mouth. I would draw a picture of the spiders in my mouth, but I really rather not....

The night I felt like I was asleep in a pool of honey. My dreams were so sticky. I kept peeking my head out of the honey enough to be aware I was in bed, but then it sucked me back down. Because who the fuck can swim in honey? Evidently all I can do it drown in it. I was pulled back down into my dreams over and over again. I was asleep for 14 hours because of those sticky dreams. But don't get me wrong, I was not dreaming about honey. Honey is golden and sweet and perfect... this feeling was only consistency of honey, other than that, honey had very little to do with anything.

P.S. thanks for ruining white bread for me forever Nightmares...

P.P.S. I like how my mom understood what I meant when I told her my dreams were sticky without me explaining the confusing honey scenario.