Two hours late for class today, but because I am such a good student, I showed up for the third hour. It is a studio class, so it isn't like I disrupted anyone's train of thought or made a scene, unless of course everyone was admiring my new jacket.

The pink flowery, fluffy spring trees are dropping all their petals, turning green and well, just not as pretty. Though there are these fabulous blankets of pinkness covering parts of sidewalks and cars. White cars, regardless of their make and model, are especially lucky because the flower petals stick to them and make them look as though they will be used for a nice parade of some sort. Walking onto the island this morning, I passed a lovely little bunch of these delightful trees, perched next to small bodies of water filled with duckies and geese; a grassy knoll covered in layers of pink flowers made me want to get a unicorn and share a cup of sparkly, magic tea with my friends, the elves or fairies or whatever little funny creatures may happen to live in wonderlands like that. I would have to get a sword, so I could fight off any demonic trolls who wish to take my unicorn and sacrifice him to the lord of darkness, damning my pink paradise to eternal hellfire and black, smokey skies. This lord of darkness would be the most frightening, yet coolest looking mo-fo on the planet – but evil is evil. Yup, I would definately need a good sword.