I wish procrastinating was my major.

Well, as nobody can tell because nobody is reading, I successfully managed to evade any work, yet again. Yesterday I cleaned my room up for the most part, but still couldn't find my copy of Dante's Purgatorio. So I did the dishes instead. WooHoo! My life is so exciting! This means, however, that I am at school at 9:00 am, and feel like stabbing myself in the eyes to stop the library from slowly draining out my soul. Trust me, it works.

I spoke with my parents about the garden, and they both thought it was a good Idea. Before we put anything on the roof (which will be in May anyway, so whatever) they want to put down a deck. Luckily for me you can just buy deck 'squares' from Ikea and piece them together like a big child with huge, expensive (ish) Lego. This weekend we're hoping to get up to a nursery to pick up some seeds for the various veg I'm hoping to plant. Thankfully, my grandmother on my father's side used to grow tomatoes every year, so my dad has some experience with their production.

I thought I should post about what happened to me today on the subway in light of my experience yesterday with the loveless jerk who hates dogs. Who hates dogs? How could anybody hate them? Anyway, i was trying to get on the subway at rush hour today, standing among the soulless business commuters in the morning. It is so creepy the way they stand and sway in unison, each clutching in desperation at their venti lattes and staring forward without any glimmer of life. You can always tell the people who are either a) well paid or b) new to their jobs, by the fact that they laugh and look around, trying to smile encouragingly at the mindless masses around them. So I'm standing on the platform with a horde of other people. The first subway comes by, and it is packed, so most people let it go by without many feelings of loss. So the next subway comes, and around the doors it is packed, but in the middle by the poles people are barely touching. This infuriates me to NO end. Everybody crowds around the doors, happy because they're on the subway without any thought to anybody else that could want to get on. Why should it matter? They're on, they're safe. So again, I let this subway go without getting on, my anger increasing. There was a guy waiting for the subway with me, he looked like he was maybe Amish, with a big hat and a beard, and the large black overcoat, but I couldn't be sure. Regardless, he looked very confused and worried about where he was and what was going on. The next subway comes, and sure enough this one has so much free space on it that there are even empty seats in the middle section. But again, people are crowding the entrance. By this time the feeling on the platform was one of desperation. It was as if we were on the Titanic and watching lifeboat after lifeboat pass by with only 8 people in them. People were crying, husbands saying goodbye to their wives, children crying out for parents and for some reason a String Quartet playing. Now, I'm not one to stand for such nonsense as there being available seats and nobody sitting, and I am a pretty miniature person, so I had no trouble telling people to move over and let me in. I have no qualms about calling people on their foolishness, so I also said, as politely as I could "Could everybody move over a bit so that that man may get on the subway? He's already missed 3 trains." There was a polite little shuffle, but no real movement. Everybody stared at me blankly, and I felt like a little deer in a herd of cows. The subway doors closed and the poor guy was left out there on the platform, yet again.

"Seriously? You're seriously not going to move for him?" I said, as the doors opened again. Again, they all stared at me blankly. So the doors closed and as we trudged off, he gave me this sort of half-hearted wave. I was standing in the middle, in disbelief. I had enough room that I could turn and there was an empty seat right next to me. So I left him to sink, and now am feeling such survivors guilt. The point of this is that I am starting to despair at the human race. What kind of world do we live in that people wont even try to move for somebody. What happened to sticking together, and helping others? It is truly depressing and is, I should think, a world I'm not sure I'm wanting to be a part of.

Well, that was depressing.

I thought I would post some pictures of what I am planning to plant in my garden, so that I can compare them to the straggly little excuses for plants that I will be growing. Here they are:

Lupines:



Bleeding Hearts:



Grape Hyacinths:



Foxgloves:



Flanders' Poppy:



English Lavender:



and Snapdragons:



All these images are from www.marthastewart.com, so I can't lay any claim to them.

Well, as usual, I've managed to while away nearly an hour. So I'll really get to work now (I promise).

Yours,