Men are mowing lawns.

It is HOT AS SHIT here. I can handle 95 degree weather. Seriously, don't even play. That's nothing. But, add freaking 80% humidity, and I'm ready for death. I walked over to the OU Art Museum, about a 20 minute walk from where I parked (illegally. I was almost hoping for an OU parking ticket. Good thing to show the parents!) and I think I lost about 5 pounds during that freaking walk.

Never in my damn life have I seen so many people mowing lawns as I've seen today. At least 20! People actually give a crap about yardwork here, I guess. It's like the northeast heights of Burk. But no xeroscaping. I'm sure if I tried to explain to Matt's dad (JIMMY) that we put rocks on our lawn in patterns, he'd just go, "What in the hell is that?"

Speaking of Matt's parents, they're pretty much the best people in the world. They make me feel so welcome every time I'm here, always offering thier food, their house. I've hit the free-places-to-stay jackpot when I'm here.


But, my favorite part of staying here is every night, Matt's mom puts out a bowl of cereal every night for Matt's dad to eat the next morning. I think it's probably the most precious thing on the face of the planet.

I keep having crazy suspension dreams, where it's more this preformance art piece. I'm in a gallery, with lots of fabric (thanks Kate!), but I'm hung in this weird rig that lets me change poses mid-air. Almot like aereal gymnastics. And always to "Firestarter" or "Stay By My Side Tonight" but the Jimmy Eat World. I wake up facing the complete different direction. Why, oh why, can't this happen?

Hey, if you're bored, and last night I was, I majorly revamped my pictures on the space. It's intense.

Six Flags tomorrow (Finally! Don't you dare flood, Texas!). Between that, going to bingo tonight, and Matt's sunroof, I'm a happy Gata.