Toad and Melville

So J.F. called me Sunday night to yell at me for saying her idea was whacky just because I didn't agree. If it sounds like a whacky, looks like a whacky, smells like a whacky, trust me, it's a whacky. So I said I was sorry, not because I meant it, but because I realized that if I piss off the artist illustrating my book she might botch the art or quit. Now I wish I had called her something a lot worse, something worth apologizing for, like a freaking brainwashed psyco, for example. Anyway, the important bit is she's so gullible she actually thinks I'm sorry.

Moving on, I turned in my Iran paper yesterday. I'm the only one who actually finished by the official deadline. Today I went to school an hour early for breakfast, got heckled by some highschoolers, and forgot my wallet. I went to class hungry then walked back to my room for my wallet. Then back to campus for taco Tuesday.

I went into the greenhouse today. The thanksgiving cacti were in bloom.



Then there was the freaky toad in a glass case.



And an entire palm tree.



And that pitcher plant I mentioned a while back.



I spent an hour in the library basement looking for Typee. Now I don't have to buy it. Yay me!

- Posted from my iPhone.