life for me=yuchy, life for plants=marvelous

I'm like a little kid in school, I like to see things grow. But patience, oh man! Like a little kid, I have none. There's a couple of houses together on Communipaw Ave. and in front one of the houses sits a marigold garden. The other day, I ripped a couple of dried flowers from it. Hey, I wasn't stealing, I was pruning, all without no cost to the owners of the garden. A couple of more visits and their blooming flowers won't have the oversight of messy right next to them, no, spectacular. Spectacular blooms with no messiness. I just hope the people inside the house didn't have the same idea of taking the dried flowers and planting them. If you want to plant marigolds you have to know that you can save the seeds for the following year or just plant them again if the weather is warm. Most people don't know that. They just like the flowers they see. They don't think you can recycle them instead of just throwing the old flowers away. What a waste! That's money down the drain! I had a whole project of putting plants into bigger pots, and because I kept on putting off the project and instead accumulated more plants, I had lots of pots to replace and three types of soil to do it with. When I was finished, I filled some of the smaller empty pots with soil and put the marigold seeds on top, covered them up then watered them. They're sitting on my bedroom window sill and hopefully they'll all grow. I like plants and starting from seeds but I don't really have the green thumb; I've seen many of my efforts fail. Still, I hope what I did today brings new life and continues the life and growth of the other plants. I hate life, but these are plants, they don't have pungent feelings about coming into this world, after the fact like I and some other people do. No, I think I'm the only one who hates life and wants out so swiftly. I just feel that way, like really alone. I haven't been exposed to anybody else who's like me, so I assume that kind of person doesn't exist. Whatever. I shouldn't assume. Whatever. Anyway, all the plants have to worry about is sitting there out in the sunlight (the little I get living up here) and looking beautiful. But because I don't have the green thumb I'm already having doubts about the seeds in my bedroom growing. It'll depress me if they don't grow, like great, I'm not good at anything, I can't do anything right. And if I'm not good at raising plants, then I won't be good at raising a baby.

oh man, Brian Williams isn't doing the news tonight. I'm depressed.