Ugh. I was working outside today - whether or not it was voluntary, I'm still trying to work out - and just... ugh. I'm tired. I feel a bit better now that I've rested but I noticed a few things while I was mowing down weeds, pulling weeds, getting rocks out of weeds, and having a, "I Hate Weeds!" day.
And I wonder, what do humans have against weeds? I mean, really. They're just trying to survive, just like every other living thing on this planet. Some of them are pretty and cool looking, but because they choke other plants, "real plants", we're tearing them up and away. Killing them. I felt a little bad about that but, after awhile, the feeling went away.
There are way to many fucking bugs in the world. Just... gross. I don't like bugs AT ALL. Found one big sucker crawling on my skin and then one clinging to a strand of hair. Ick. But I couldn't help but think how traumatizing the experience was for the bugs. Like, fuck, we four crazy bitches come in there with our clippers and lawn mowers and hands and just start tearing up their home, their habitat. I hate bugs, but I felt a little bad about it. Just imagine a giant lawn mower coming down on your house, or two hands coming down and tearing your home up from the roots. Maybe then, you'll understand how these bugs (probably) felt.
Other then that, it was almost fun. I got this awesome feeling of satisfaction knowing that once we were done all this back breaking work, we'd have a presentable front yard. I'm kind of bummed, though, that mom didn't get some herbs. I want to start growing my own herbs, maybe in one of those little window gardens that you see in apartments. I want one because... well I'm not sure why. Maybe it's because I could pick them and use them for spells? I'm not sure. I want rosemary though. And a couple others that I can't really remember the names of. Mom did get me some fluorescent pink flowers though. Which is, you know, cool and all but I'm not really a big fan of flowers. I think I like trees more. Just 'cause trees don't attract bees. And other bugs that pollinate shit. And wasps. I want a Weeping Willow. But you have to put them FAR, FAR, AWAY from your house because their roots will travel up to 400 yards to find water. 400 YARDS! That's 1,200 feet! 36,576 centimeters! 365.76 meters! 0.22727273 miles! Jesus! That's a lot. But I still want one. Maybe by the river?
Okay, I'm going do some actual, computery, "work".
Poor bugs, poor weeds. Poor weeping willows.
Jillian
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