Much Less Extreme Gardener

I like spring. I like that my buckets of dirt are now buckets of dirt with sticks in them. Green sticks. Green, wonderful, living sticks. That will eventually bloom into pretty things to admire and delicious things to eat. Unless I kill them.

This is my test tube baby- a bit of mint from a friend's plant that will eventually grow roots so I can plant it. No one in my house believes that this will happen. I pinky promise. I love that the leaves are so soft and semi-translucent. Very distracting when I am supposed to be reading the FY 2009 NASA Budget Request Summary.


This is my sunstar, Chloe. The photos don't do the color justice. I also don't know how to use Picnik very well yet. I talk to Chloe quite often.
I am very excited about the prospect of weather warm enough to spend hours outside in.

The kid down the street, who I can see through the sliding glass door, seems to be enjoying the outside. He first brought out the broom, I am assuming to sweep the driveway, but instead held the handle and spun in circles, making the broom part airborne. I am amused. Where did my imagination go? Was it shamed out of me because of the social-awkwardness of creativity? Too many people looked at me funny when I said something? I don't know. Oh well.

Six more days until I complete my college career!!

I am undergoing decompression melting in my brain.

Decompression melting: magma in the mantle under the oceanic crust rises towards the surface, decreasing pressure. Since the melting point of basalt is lower with less pressure, it melts when pressure decreases.

In short, my brain is mushy goo.

Yeeeeppp, that about all I can do right now.