Friday, October 27, 2006

I'm a 5-year-old before school picture day.

This is seriously my new favourite picture of myself. I find every aspect of it completely aesthetically and visually appealing.

Although, this picture may be a close second. I think I look like some sort of a reptile. Awesome!

When I was in Vanuatu one of the Canadian guys told me, "Your eyes have an animalistic quality to them. When I look at you, it's as though your body is just a container for your eyes."

I think it was the best combination creepy-nice compliment I've ever gotten. . .at least I think it was a compliment.

Today, when I was walking through the park to school, a pigeon flew into the side of my head. It didn't bother me. Its feathers offered a nice cushion to the blow, and I continued merrily walking on my way. (Okay, maybe I wasn't "merry." I was going to work, after all.) I'm not going to lie, I kind of enjoyed the sensation; this leads me to believe that my career as a bird lady is imminent.

I looked over to see why the birds were flying in that direction, to see a lady feeding them a loaf of bread. Bird ladies: they have the power to make pigeons fly into the side people's heads! That's the kind of control over nature I want to have.


  1. Anonymous4:27 PM


  2. I think drastic measures will be in order soon...

    Anyways. There is a party here tomorrow.

    Come on out.

  3. There *is* a party? Good to know.
    Starting at what time?

    Also, just to clarify, I view the whole bird lady thing with fondness and excitement. This isn't me being self-depricating. This is me enjoying and looking forward to something.

  4. Its wierd. But if your gonna enjoy then I'll let you do it.

    Yes party. Umm Id say 9ish? come earlier, you know your always welcome.

    Tay kind of told me told me today that it was goin on. Bastard.

    See ya!

  5. So who's more socially acceptable then: The Bird Lady or The Cat Lady?

    The Bird Lady gets my vote since, while still very much deserving in the eyebrow raising department, at least she takes her crazy outside instead of sitting indoors and chatting her cats up.


  6. I think it's a pasttime. A hobby. What's wrong with having a hobby?