oooh my god there is a spider crawling on my computer screen. I mean, he's about the size of my finger nail, but i bet he would look pretty damn terrifying magnified up to 500 times. Okay well, I guess Mr. Spud the Spider (sounds better than Potato the Arachnid) will be here to say: HAPPPY SUMMERR!! And for you poor souls still crawling through your last days of school....it's tomorrow in Australia which means YAAAY you're out for the summer as well! Or you know, *sniff* something like that.

I cannot TELL you guys how weird it is to have free time. You know when you have one of those weeks/months/years where you are working until you learn that sleep isnt that important (as you toss your 16'th coffee cup over your shoulder, the pupil in your left eye rolling in circles), and then suddenly, a break comes and you're just like "Fun? What's a Fun?" Freetime/fun/the world is a whole new planet! GOONNEE ARE THE DAYS OF CRYING OVER YOUR COURSEWORK. GOOONEE ARE THE DAYS OF TRYING TO FIGURE OUT WHAT IN THE HELLBASKETHANDLE POETS WERE TRYING TO EXPRESS IN THEIR NON-ENGLISH WORDS! WHOOHOO! *fist pumps and dies from lack of sleep*

Ergo, after we have revived ourselves from Finals Week, I believe we should have Puffy Shirt Daisy Day. This event will commence on days of miraculous occasion, such as Summer Break, the end of a horrible job, the start of a new job, finding a penny on a rainy day, or finding that old starburst you lost in 6th grade. (Don't eat an old starburst you found in 6th grade or your PSDD will be celebrated due to not being in the hopsital for a dying intestine anymore.)

Basically, on a wonderous day full of wonderousness, you find a field of daisies, grab a guy, quite possible against his will, (but who cares cuz its Puffy Shirt Daisy Day and no one is allowed to ruin that for you), put him in a puffy white shirt, and run through a field of daisies together, frolicking and flicking about as you bask in the awesomness of your day. And if you are a guy, frolick in a puffy shirt with yourself (girls will be in awe that one of you actually exists, and will join you soon after).

Personally, I plan on dressing up a broom in a puffy white shirt whilst stappling a flowing long wig ontop of it. Pollen makes me sneeze and turn into this monster with a bloated face and swollen eyes, resulting in Mr. Puffy Shirt running away screaming. And no screaming of terror is allowed on such a day. So there I'll be, skipping merrily along a field of diaises looking like some fat-faced ET with my broom. Because brooms dont judge. Even if you do look like ET who had one too many coobroweo monsters.

Anyway, if anyone does do PSDD, send me a picture and I will give you a super huge virtual high five while jumping around in joy with Mr. Broom. If not, I will pretend you all did it, and then dance around with Mr. B anyway; because really, who can resist such a charming cleaning utensil?

WOOHOO AND I LOST MR. SPUD! I'm off to go burn my house down now. HAPPY SUMMER EVERYONE!