oxford does not equal hogwarts

I really like this song. Embedded via Hazel’s super crazy ninja HTML trick.

I guess you could say this week has been somewhat “truculent.” I think I really mean turbulent but WHATEVS. I’m loose, like a goose, a rebel goose, on the fly, like a dime, sprinkle some thyme, ooh that rhymed…

Last week one of my mom’s high school buddies was in town with her daughter, so they came to visit us. Both of them are ridic-awesome artists, and the mom made our gargoyle, Mehlicky, that I love. One fine evening she taught us how to make mosaics on an old acoustic guitar we had. While the glue stuff was drying my mom and I went treasure-hunting in the open walls of our basement (unfinished) and found a bunch of old stuff from LITERALLY the 19 zero’s (listed here).

Title: A girl in my class wants to go to Oxford because she thinks it will be like Hogwarts (Oxford = British = Harry Potter = Hogwarts is my understanding of her logic). So now we [bull] have testicle eaters, communists (my homework involved a Karl Marx quote, duh), and Hogwarts students in my class. By a stretch.