Gnomes and making much of time.

I saw Gnomeo and Juliet tonight with a few youthies. I loved it. It so incredibly adorable. I especially loved the really little gnomes with the big red hats, the bunnies, and the flamingo.

I went to Bulk Barn before the movie and got a big scoop of duck shaped candy, which somehow cost me 2 cents. The cashier even double checked. It made the movie that much better.

I took care of this dog this weekend for my mom's friend. My brother nicknamed him "the anti-chipmunk." Such an impressive under bite.

I simply took this picture to annoy my cat. The flash is bright, she was sleeping. That's what she gets for waking me up at 5am.

Commentaries will be the death of me. How will analyzing poetry help me in life? I have a commentary that I haven't started yet, due Thursday. Woot. The poem is "To the virgins, to make much of time", and excuses are coming to mind:

 "Julianne, why haven't you done your commentary?"

"I was making much of time." *wink*

I think some of my peers' general creepiness is rubbing off on me.

-J-

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