giant turtle rider

I leave tomorrow.

I know. I know. Be sad El Paso be very sad. I come back on Monday, so rejoice with that thought.

I have a test in like 45 minutes, and I have no desire to look at my notes one last time. I've done nothing but read for this stupid class during the last week. I figure that if I don't pass this test it's because I read the wrong book. Which I didn't, I think.

So I've pulled a couple of smart things during the week:

1) A crazy semi-trailer almost ran me over on the free way yesterday. I didn't honk. I didn't brake. I instead resulted to the art known as screaming with fear. I kid you not, after I did it I laughed, because one it's probably the girliest thing I've done all my life, and two under no circumstances would my scream have had an effect on said truck driver noticing he was going to run me over. Awesomely enough though he didn't. I'm not aware of how he didn't, but I'm glad he didn't.

2) I was about buy a CD yesterday, but instead checked if a friend would send it to me, he told me he had already. I checked he had. Downloaded it, later to find out in was already in my music library on Itunes.

3) I've also been having weird dreams:
I had one were I was at ACL already and I was taking pictures, and my camera was like the best camera ever. I could see everything. Also it turned out ACL was in my backyard. I woke up confused, but confused but checked to see if my camera had indeed changed during the course of the dream. It didn't.
I also had this one weird ass dream were there was a little turtle inside my house, and my dogs were attacking it and I kept yelling at my dad to get out the little turtle (it was super cute) while I was holding my Great Dane, Jack Russell and Chihuahua back. My dad grabbed what looked like a spatula and got the little turtle with it, and threw it out the front door. I let go of all my dogs and when to see through the front window to see if the little turtle was fine. The turtle was running away but as it was leaving it was like gradually growing, and I called my dad and we both just looked at the turtle and then at each other. My dream continued to later have the turtle grow so much it was like El Paso's Godzilla. Then the Blue Beetle (yes I said the Blue Beetle) came to my house and talked to us about the turtle to see if it had been exposed to some weird chemical, and my dad pointed at me and was like she was the one who wanted it alive. So the blue beetle took me to the desert and left me there. Later the turtle (which was ridiculously big) went to the desert for me and I became like El Paso's villain.
I'm guessing I shouldn't read comic books before taking a nap.

Ok I'm out I have to go take a test.