Two Toned Ricky Ricardo Jacket...

Ah! It has been a long while! My free wireless that I was picking up has gone byebye so now I am coming to you from the comfort of my house. Which is in shambles but we won't get into that now.

I had a super weird dream the other night and I must share. So I'm in this room and with me is Tyler and Ashley. I don't know what the room was or why we were there but we were just standing around and knew that someone was going to happen. Then this man is there and he has been stabbed in the back. Literally, not in the you stole my boyfriend you BITCH! way.So we start to help the guy and I gave him my blanket because I guess I thought that'd help. Tyler looked at the wound and decided we should get a doctor so I went into the next room and there were people sitting on benches and one was my grandpa. I said something about needing a doctor and then walked back into the room. Then Ricky Ricardo walked in, in black and white of course, and he was the doctor. I stuck up a conversation about Cuba and Communism with him while he worked on the guy. Then all the sudden the guy was alright got up and left. I took my blanket to my mom and told her to wash it cause I didn't want the guy's nasty germs on it.

Weird right? While I was thinking about my dream I thought I'd give deciphering it a stab (hahaha! get it? stab?!) So I blame the Ricky Ricardo on watching repeats of I love Lucy and having the song by Jimmy Buffet stuck in my head where he says he wish he had a pencil thin mustache the blahblah black hair kind. Two Toned Ricky Ricardo jacket and an autographed picture of Amniosac! (Well that isn't the right name by far but that's what it sounds like to me... ) The knowing what was going to happen before it did I blame on having to read Prometheus Bound for a class and the name Prometheus means forethought. (OH! In the State Journal's superquiz yesterday a question was "who stole fire from the gods?"and guess what? It was Prometheus. That class payed off right there. Trivial knowledge is what I like) Don't know why the back stabbing or why anyone else was there. It was just strange.

Ah Ricky Ricardo. Or in my family,for some reason, it's Ricky Retardo as an insult of sorts.

Weeeeeeelll that's all I got. Enjoying a nice day of watering the lawn, doing laundry and going through mounds of stuff from my bedroom. Fuuuuuuun.

Goodnight Seattle! (you know, like how Fraiser says it. No? Alright)