So I just found out a book I've reserved from the library is due tomorrow at 11:59, I've run out renews. Do you think I can finish it in time?

I'd like to think so.

I'll let you know how it goes. Girlfriend in a Coma, here I come!

PS that's also a song by the Smiths, if you're interested.

So I've been doing a lot of stuff lately, and I don't know if it's overwhelming because it's too much or because I can't manage my time. I'm hoping it's the latter (it probably is) and am vowing to try harder. But I am currently exhausted.

I am beginning a campaign in order to convince my mom to let me cut my hair off. This will involve:

- getting my all my friends who are willing to tell her how amazing they think I'd look with short hair

- donating it to charity

- pointing out how much more convenient it will be

- persistent (what's a nicer word for nagging?)

any suggestions to help this campaign are welcome!

She thinks my neck's too long and I'll look...doofus-like. Needless to say, I disagree.

Hmm what else can I say?

I just discovered Frusciante is pronounced Frooshiante and my life is suddenly so much clearer!

It was like discovering Hermoine was pronounced Herm - ie - nee, not Herm - oyne

Now that was a revelation.

I was in Grade 2 ok?

Another revelation!

Jack just informed me that light bulbs don't have full spectrum light. This means that in artificial lighting, we are not seeing all the colours that are really there?

WOAHHHHHH.

It's like finding out you're colour blind

sort of...

If you were ever interested in finding out how much colours blow my mind, check out this drawing I did of a tomato. For FOUR HOURS.

I discovered Consequence of Sounds by Regina Spektor while drawing said tomato, so now it makes me think of it. Don't you love it when that happens? Unless it's a bad memory, then not so much..

Night all :)

Swatch-ful

What does everyone think of our new reaction tabs? I just chose those words arbitrarily, but you can do whatever you want really. If you have suggestions for some good choices, then let us know and we can change them. See? This is a two-way communication.

So I'm a big knitter. Recently, in fact. Let's just say that since mid-february I've knit 2 scarves, a pair of socks, a hat, and I'm halfway through my first of another 2 socks. I just started a swatch for my hat, to figure out how much I'll need for my colourwork because I'm knitting in the round.

Wow, that's a lot of knitspeak. Explanation time! Swatch= random bit of knitting you make to see how big it will be, as well as experiment with knitting. Colourwork= different colours or types of yarn used in the same piece. In the round= knitting around in spirals, instead of going back and forth. Because I'm not restarting at the end of my last row, but rather coming around to the front again, I have to bring the colour back from where I left off: to do this, I need to sort of sew it into the stitches. You can't really weave a whole ball of yarn through fabric, so you cut it before hand and sew the other end in. The thing is, I made this pattern up entirely from nowhere so I need to figure out how much yarn I'll end up needing. Make sense?

Let's continue our wonderful song review, shall we? Unfortunately The Creator of the CD told me all the titles and artists, so it's not quite the same. But we'll pretend, starting where we stopped (where else)...

Track twelve has really got the transitions perfect. Starts with piano and vocals- I like it already. Then it builds up with strings, guitar, and drums, while still retaining that simply melody in the beginning. The chorus and verses blend seamlessly together, and while the refrain might be a bit simple (only 9 different words, really) it's not repetitive at all. The words don't stand out much, it's almost like another instrument in the ensemble. Big fan. Might not be as good as 9 (oh how I loved nine) but it's close.

I don't really know how to describe track 13. That ruins the purpose, really. There's so much going on, so many effects, instruments, different tunes layered together: it's insanely complex. Again, same sort of feel as the fifth track: very Imogen Heap's Hide and Seek. The vocals have the same... I don't even know the word. Almost fuzzy feel to them. It must be an effect I can't even begin to explain. But I like it.

14 is a pretty dodgy recording, seeing as the introduction is a radio host talking to the performers. Must have been recorded live on radio. The quality isn't too great: static and such. As the song goes, very basic. No instruments either, it's a voice and what sounds like some sort of bongos. Can't say it's my favourite but they can definitely pull off the simplicity.

Track fifteen has the classic 90s guitar intro: major chords, back drumbeat, the basis of every good pop song. The vocals take it to an entirely new level though: if Britney or Cristina(?) had this range and power, they wouldn't have faded into pregnant obscurity. Excellent bridge, I might add. It doesn't sound like part of a different song just plugged into the middle, a pet peeve of mine.

Track 16 is played purely on what sounds like a ukelele. That's all that needs to be said.

So yes, that's the end of my wonderful venture into anonymous music. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did.

01

Today, for a some reason I'm not completely sure of, this occurred to me.

Oh! I remembered why.

I was thinking about how people with short hair are constantly getting it trimmed, while people with longer hairstyles do this much less frequently, they're always letting it GROW.

And that made me think:

Today I did:

GROW

DIE

and

REGENERATE.

in a bunch of tiny little cells around my body. We're dying and growing back all the time and simultaneously. Of course, after12 I think, there's more of the dying than the regrowing, but still. Wowsers.

Music is better when you don't know it

So, I just got a CD from a friend of mine. Not a professional album, but rather a CD that she compiled of music that she thought I would like. Unfortunately, my computer can't read any of the artists or song titles- if they existed- so I just have 19 songs here that I am completely ignorant from. This seems like the perfect opportunity for an objective judgement of the songs to me- think about it. If someone presented you with the exact same song, but one had your favourite musician as the artist and the second had Hanson, which would you pick? Assuming Hanson isn't your favourite artist. Then again, if they are you should probably stop reading this.

So, let's do a review of the album as we go, shall we? Not playing on shuffle- that's new to me.

Track 1 starts out quiet, but grows slowly throughout the song in both intensity and volume. I love that effect, from quiet and peaceful building up to a huge explosion of glory, and then right back down to the original calm. Perfection. This song has vocals, but they seem to fall back to the instruments here. It's all about the chords.

The second track opens with drums and nothing else. Not a big drum fan myself, but it might work. And it does. Once the vocals and guitar join, it's got quite a blissful feel to it. The line, "got a quarter in my pocket, hoping you pick up" really fits the tune I think. It's just a happy song about little things- no striving for a concerto or anything like that.

Track numero trois has a piano intro: this bodes well for my enjoyment. And it sounds vaguely familiar too, sadly. That ruins the objective view, really. I must have been shown this already. Very simple, just piano and some breathy vocals. Nice, but after the last song it's a bit too... boring, really. Male vocals entry! Oh, I do know this. I forget the song but in the video someone is a balloon, because she gets beheaded by some guy in an alley. Then the man comes along and picks her head up, which starts floating. So he turns it into a balloon and walks around with her head, that's started moving and appears to be alive still. Then some kid pops her face. Interesting.

Track 4 has a good poppy feeling to it. Happy major chords, you can just hear the singer smile, and some wonderful vocal trills. The lyrics aren't genius, but it's the sort of song where it really doesn't matter, you know? Oh. Um. the song FEELS happy, but I just picked up a line: "blood will rain down, run down the mountainsides." Bit of a misconnection between words and melody.

Fifth track has an interesting intro. Think little girls layered, but fed through a narrowing mic. It's hard to describe but a fascinating effect. The words here sound so forced. Every word is enunciated, pressed out, very little pause behind them. The only word I can think of is intense. It reminds me a little bit of Hide & Seek of Imogen Heap, not the vocals but the rest of the song is similar.

Track # 6 reminds me of my childhood. Nostalgia alert. Of course, it might be the peanut butter and banana and miches sandwich I'm eating. My only sustenance until I was about ten. Distinct asian vibes to it, with a pentatonic scale and lots of jingly bells.

Seven sounds like Ingrid Michaelson. Is it? Her voice is somewhat distinctive, but if I'm wrong then this is just embarrassing. Repetitive piano, duh duh dee duh, it's as if her fingers are just jumping about on the keyboard, here there split here. Nothing spectacular here.

The eighth track has a finger strumming intro. Same voice as 7, I really think it is Ingrid. Here comes the cello- or the base? Viola? Some sort of non-violin string.

9 takes a while to get into. It has the same repeated guitar and drumbeat for about eleven seconds before the vocals join... and still, the same basic tune. OH! I like this. Strong singing, the guitar is interesting and built up now; it feels like Shaye, if anyone gets that incredibly outdated reference. Remember this song? First link of the post- well done Jack. Yeah, nine is my favourite track so far. Lemme check... yep, goosebumps.

Well. Ten is a change. Sounds like spoken word, talksinging and short, harsh violin strokes. I wish I could say Ten was my favourite just for the doc who reference, but it doesn't even come close to the ninth one.

Track eleven has a nice breathy, folky intro. Simple strummed melody, some nice horns, and basic vocals. No huge bands here, no giant intensity, but it's the sort of thing you might hear at a summer fair. Elegant in its simplicity. Her voice isn't the strongest, but it's not thin. It sounds... young. Like a little girl.

So I know I said there were nineteen tracks up there- didn't I? Did I?- but I'm running out of time and this make such excellent blog fodder (blogder? New term!) that I'll postpone this until Tuesday. If nothing else, it'll make sure you stay tuned for then. If this was interesting at all, and not just a huge block of boring text. Either way- part 1 fin, part 2 in the works.

muauahahaha jack was here

Oooh inflection, there's a lovely word. Do I look it up or hope Jack would care to fill me in here?

I'm thiiiinking it's the way you say something, the emphasis that one puts on certain words?

So I was watching some highschool bands performing today, and there was this metal band with the clashing drums and rip-the-air-apart type guitar solos, and the demonic screaming, which I actually wouldn't have minded if it were not for the demonic screaming, but anyways.

The lead singer was of course portraying the image, crazy long headbanging hair, black clothes etc. But he had a baby face, he really did. And ohh, I was transfixed by his hands, the most beautiful long slender pale fingers, they were just dancing across his guitar.

Do you think certain types of facial features/body types belong to certain types of people? Like, maybe your physical features reflect your personality? Or does the personality dictate the way the physical features are viewed?

I have no idea what to write next. So, I'll put down the very first word that pops up in my head. I'll have to pause my music then, to ensure an objective word choice. I'm listening to a cd I made for Jack actually. It's called "You Made Me"

ahaaaa

Woaahh just found a safety pin on my bed. That could have ended badly...

optical.

Hmmm

Aha! I just thought, why did the music stop, and went to check if something was wrong with the cd.

I'm tired.

Good night!

Time or Climate?

The french are notorious for having words with dual meanings. At least, they are to me. Example time: poisson can mean both poison or fish. As you could imagine, this makes restaurants a wonderfully exciting place. Especially when blowfish is on the menu. Oui, puis j'avoir le poisson poisson?

As well, one of the most infamous is the intransitive word aimer. The french, known for being such... "loving" people, also happen to have a word that splits the divide between 'like' and 'love.' Je t'aime can be taken to mean both I like you or I love you. This one isn't actually so bad, as it can perfectly describe the sentiments of high school teenagers in relationships, who have progressed past like but aren't at love- this is the catchall term.

But the one on my mind right now, and the one which inspired the title, is temps. Depending on context and inflection, it can be either taken as weather or time. This is a strangely relevant word right now, at least in southern ontario: The weather and time right here, right now, are completely out of whack. Late march =/= 20 degrees and sunny. Winter is not 2 months in Canada, and the piddly amount of snow we got is NOT ENOUGH. Dallas Texas got the same amount of snow in one evening as we did all season in late December. Does someone see the flaw?

Et pour aucun raison autre que tracasser nos lecteurs anglos, je finirai ce post en français. J'éspère que vous ne soyez pas aussi fâché à nous laisser. Mais l'envie de m'exprimer en une des plus belles langues du monde est trop forte à résister.

scrumptious.

Exactly!

I just think, why watch other people do things, when I could be doing something myself?

Unless it's something GOOD -because television/movies can be an art form too. And if it's a show you can really take something from.

So I have Celtic music on my mind now, which makes me think of the song Rhythm of My Heart by Rod Stewart. It's amazing!

Very picturesque lyrics too.

So yesterday I was dying during fourth period, and I realized my brain is exactly like a piece of chewing gum. Pink, squishy, etc. And in the morning it's lovely - fresh, moist, soft and malleable. By the end of the day however, I've got this stale, tough unyielding gray matter.

Ahaaa that's appetizing.

So I've got this theory about pimples. What if the locations of breakouts are in accordance with a specific cause? Like, I think I get them by my brow area when I'm stressed/overworked/worrying about something. Near the mouth could be dissatisfied/unhappy. Cheeks are generally physically related I think - from bad diet/sleeping habits and that stuff. I don't know, I don't pay that close attention, just a vague feeling I have. But what if?

Telly Coma

Sidenote: from the suggestions offered by google chrome when writing the title, this is the seventh blog I've written which has a title beginning with T. This has nothing to do with my post, so we shall continue!

Television does have that effect of absorbing you. It's really not pleasant. The most obvious sign I've had of this is when watching TV online in full screen when the picture fades to black: the images disappear and you see nothing but your own slack jawed face reflected in the screen. Really unattractive; it makes me want to get up and do something.

As well as the physical symptoms, TV even has an effect on your body. Through rigorous testing, scientists have discovered that your state of mind and body while watching telly is similar to that of a coma patient. I wish I remembered whom this was so I could quote and link, but no such luck. Anyways. Your digestive system slows down, your body moves less, your breathing and heartrate slows: in fact, if one compares Person X sitting on the couch doing nothing to Person Y sitting on the couch watching television, Person Y will only burn 2/3 the calories of Person X in a given period of time. that's right- television is bad for your health. Even worse than doing nothing at all. Get outside and play!

/publicserviceannouncement

2 minutes.

Alright. I have two minutes. Lets see how much I can get down?
Staaartinggg at 10:48

NOW!
Absolutely terrifying to think about. Tv is so hypnotizing. Bedbugs on animal planet and i can't tear my eyes away. You know what else is hypnotic? Music. I sat in the car for all of Clocks by Coldplay, my eyes fixed on the headlights of the opposite car, waving my hands in front of my face so it was like strobe lights. Or maybe that's just me?

Traumatic insemination - males stab their phallic organs through the back of the female
then come the babies!
These are bedbugs, by the way.

Ok 2 minutes are up, and that's it.

And I hope your ear gets better Jack.

Transmogrify

I don't know what the title means, or even if it's a word, but I like it. As I do Kathy. Seriously, best commenter ever. Apparently she is: asian, nice, bad at explaining, and atheist. I like all these things. Except the lack of explanation abilities. Nah, that's good too.

It's nice outside. But I'm inside playing pokemon because natural light glares off the screen on my DS. nerd. nerd nerd nerd. nerd³.

Why is my ear bleeding? It's been scabby and painful for weeks now. I'm afraid to go near it with a Qtip, but if I leave it be then it starts to fill with tissue and wax. Then I can't hear. I'm sure you all enjoyed that description immensely... but I don't know what to do! Considering some self diagnosis with internet medical knowledge. Now that's a scary idea.

Speaking of scary, why do owls have to be so creepy sounding? I like hoots. And I can even stand the occasional throaty moan from a great horned. But those screech owls... according to one of the many bird books in my house, their most common vocalization is

"A high pitched whinny, like that of a young foal in pain"

Now would you like to hear that at midnight lying in bed? I certainly don't. And yet, closing the windows makes my room stuffy.

As I'm sure the many and convoluted problems in my life are fascinating you to no end, I'll let this post stand alone on the pure merit of its awesomeness.

PS: noella gets back soon! We miss 25% of our followers. Which reminds me: KATHY. Get gmail. Follow us. It'll add another quarter to of our fanbase.

Time

Thankyou kindly Jack. I feel....

elucidated!

Watching the sunset, sorry but I'm going back to clouds. They were the heavy massive kind, where it was like a massive, downy blanket settled over the air. You ever see clouds where it's like they're sitting on some invisible barrier, as if there's a layer of glass they're pressing their noses up against? And thick, catching the colours of the sunset in these lovely creamy shades. Those kind of clouds are one of the few things that allow me to see the earth as a planet, not just the flat plane of vision you get from a horizon line. They give the air depth, and you get a better feeling of distance I think.

Then there was a couple of differently coloured ones infront of the massive blanket type ones. And I swear it looked just like a little girl chasing a dog. Five minutes all I saw was a huge carnivorous fish with angry eyebrows and sharp teeth.

Woah.

Anywho, as per the title, Dr Who has given me the urge to ruminate upon the subject. Although I will likely make no sense, here is what it is to me.

Well, the first thing that comes to mind is how it is subjective. How when you are enjoying yourself, it flies by, when you are bored to tears it trickles by infuriatingly slowly. Not in actuality, but in your perspective of it, yeah?

Then there's its chain of events, reactive type qualities. Cause and effect, chain reactions, etc etc. How one tiny, insignificant event can/will/does affect everything succeeding it, how your every action shapes and molds your future, one decision instantaneously eliminating thousands of possibilities yet concurrently creating a million more, on everything from a meal you might eat, to an outfit you might wear, to your job, your perspective on life, the person you become,the shape of your very soul. Dwelling on this aspect of time can be destructive however, the looking back. If you're not happy with how things turn out. The terrible What Ifs that can lead to a spiralling, corrosive chain of regret.

Hm what else?

Once lost it can never be taken back.

So don't waste a second.

Nothing but Blue Skies

Seashells are exoskeletons, plain and simple. When molluscs of the crab/mussel/oyster variety are born, they are pretty much gooey little blobs that emerge from eggs. However, an evolutionary quirk of theirs is a high level of dissolved calcium in their blood. As they grow, the calcium precipitates out of the blood and out of their body onto their skin, where it will then react with other bits of stuff (usually sand or bits of rocks) to form calcified compounds. The many different colours and shapes created depend on what sort of compound is created, be it calcium oxide, phosphate, chloride, or whatever it is. So shells = bones, really. Just on the outside. And once the creature dies, shells get recycled and stolen by other creatures; hermit crabs are a notable example.

:3

Well I hope you enjoy your light fluffy clouds, here in Borington the sun is streaming down at frighteningly high levels. I wonder if we were all transported to Midnight at some point (have you got their yet sasha? The bus?) because the light is strong. Painfully strong. As in, I-can-barely-see-and-the-reflections-off-stuff-burns-my-retinas.

She Sells Seashells by the Sea Shore.

What are shells made of?

The same stuff as bones? How are shells made anyways? Are they all abandoned homes of some kind of sea creature? I know the spirally cone ones are, and the oyster shells with the gasoline spill-like rainbows on the inside, but what about the others?

So today the sky was covered with a thin layer of clouds, but the sun was still shining through right, and it reminded me of bunkbeds and making forts with sheets. Pretty massive sheet though.

Uhoh, mother needs the laptop. Goodbye!

Road Trips < Home

I have a list to prove this theorem, though I will admit it depends strongly on our respective households.

Driving so you have nothing to do but with limited options vs. staying home with anything you could possibly want to do while still having lots of free time because of march break?

Travelling throughout the US vs. ...well, anything is better than the US really so I don't even need a point.

Watching Dr Who vs... hmm, nothing can compare to that can it really? You win that one.

Speaking of Doc Who... once you see the end- AND NOT UNTIL THEN- listen to this song. I swear, if you hear this before the finale you might just have to cry.

Do you not talk to your parents when you're home? And I thought my family was the one with problems.

HAHAHAHA. Your last point makes me giggle. Satellite dishes? Try living somewhere that your voyageur description matches every day. Muahahaha for superiority complexes.

road trip.

Ahaaa!

I enjoyed that last post, I have to say.

Who likes road trips? Sasha does. Here is why.

1) You have long periods of time (in the car) where you are not obliged to do anything at all, WHICH IS NICE FOR A CHANGE.

2) You can catch up on stuff you haven't had time to do, like listen to music, read, watch Dr. Who, think, draw, brainstorm etc.

3) The speed is nice, watching the world fall away from you through the car window.

4) It's nice to catch up with the parents. You miss them sometimes you know?

5) Wide open spaces. Enough of rooftops and satellite dishes - there are rolling plains and abandoned barnyards and dusky skies and lonely forests as far as the eye can see. The world beyond the boxes.

Link on the horizon! And not awesome ninja Hyrulian, either

Prepare for an invasion by hyperlinks. I don't really have much to say so I figured inundation by blue underlined text is my best bet. Do you agree?

I really love this, but sometimes I'm just in the mood for a little bit of that. Of course, my heart will always belong to this right here. And if any of you feel like attending an awesome concert at ND, then you should click me. It's worth attending just for that right there. Of course, these guys will be there too so there's no sense in not coming. And if that's not good enough... click this. If you enjoyed that, then you have to go. It's a rule of the internet. much like me.

Now isn't that more fun than a barrel of monkeys? Yeah, it's real. I had one as a kid. Still do, probably. Don't you love when companies are clever like that? it's nearly as cool as this. I just love that the first result to come up on google images under sock yarn was that. Such a win for all us fans.

This sentence is really just to bother all those compulsive link-clickers.

And to those wondering about the title... I want this to be my halloween costume.

speechless.

I can't speak, the words hesitate and fumble in my mouth, unrecognisable syllables fall awkwardly out. My thoughts stop working right, I'm distracted by the way your face looks and really can't concentrate on much else. I realize I look like an idiot but despite my best efforts, my mind refuses to order itself, my thoughts scatter in your presence. I hungrily drink in the details of your face whenever I get a chance to unobtrusively look. It's planes and shadows, the way the light falls on your cheekbones and catches in your irises, the elegant shadows under your jaw and browbones. The way you hold your head, the set of your shoulders and the tilt of you chin. Your eyes terrify me because I can see you standing there inside of them, and I have absolutely no idea who you are.

Oh being a teenager. Those damn hormones.

Data Management vs. Computer Science

The title represents the most important choice in my life right now. Do I pick up another math course (math= -1sintheta) or do I take a computer science/programming to more fully understand how computers and technology work? Both have merits- data management is the application of statistics and probability- it's easy, fun math. I like that idea. But I have always secretly, or not-so-secretly, wanted to know more about computers. I pretend at nerd-osity, but I truthfully know very little about how computers actually work. Is it not insane, upon reflection, that 70% of north americans have a machine that can do anything under the sun, and yet less than 5% actually know how it works and why?

Those stats are completely made up and hypothetical- I assume it's about that ratio. Honestly, do you think that when levers or simple machines were first introduced, they became widely available before people actually understood them? Hardly. The same applies to cars- so many, so so so many are in existence. But it's considered special, important knowledge, to know how such an essential part of the north american life style can be repaired or improved.

This is the weirdest part of modern culture: using something without understanding. One could apply the same concept to food even- all those compounds and artificial chemicals? What happened to ingredients?

So yes, this is what I'm stressing over. And I have to decide for tomorrow- no big. Math vs. Computers- the ultimate choice of geeks everywhere.

***Edit: I chose Data. math wins always.

Title.

I'M SORRY.

The title is title because I always forget to put one on my posts, and then it just shows a line of writing which really frustrates me.

UHM so I'm posting today on a Saturday in hopes that it will make up for my lack of a post yesterday, although I can hardly be blamed since I was at school ALL DAY and you couldn't really expect me to get up early and post since I was doing physics till 1:30 the night before, now wasn't I?

I apologize in advance for anything that happens on this post, I'm running on 5.5 hours of sleep over the last 29 hours. My head is a little woozy, but I am for some reason not exhausted....very suspicious.

WE PROMISED THE WORLD WE'D TAME IT,

WHAT WERE WE HOPING FOR?

Ah Bloc Party.

I have a scrape on my palm, which is a strange place for scratches. The skin is all tight and sensitive, and it tingles when it touches anything. A nice tingle though, no worries.

TONIGHT MAKE ME UNSTOPPABLE.

AND I WILL CHARM, I WILL SLICE, I WILL DAZZLE THEM WITH MY WIT.

Slice makes me think of Gory Serial Killers. And pizza. You know, slices of pizza? Ahh this one time in New York we saw a guy twirling pizza dough, it was practically floating!!! It was awesome. And my dad and I went to a Jamaican fastfood place, and had this drink called Irish Moss, which was basically liquid peanut butter [Irish Moss? Seriously, where did that come from??] And oxtail curry, which tasted just like mutton, which I'm pretty sure is goat...

We tricked my mom and sister into eating it, it was great.

I just remembered something that used to happen to me when I was a kid, luckily not anymore though.

Have you ever been sitting down, at a desk lets say, and suddenly you feel like you're falling headfirst into the desk, body stiff - you can't move, but instead of you falling, the world is rotating around you and the desk is coming up to smash into your head? Like, stomachdroppingfalling sensation, except the earth is falling towards you, instead of you to it...?

And then the moment passes and you realize you're sitting upright and nothing is happening.

I dunno. Makes me think of the upside down mist in the maze in the 3rd task in the triwizard tournament in the Goblet of Fire.

Imagine.

You open your door and step Outside.

Outside whirls downside up, your vision blurs.

Suddenly, there is a great empty space beneath you -

you are gripping the edges of your doorpost for dear life, dangling crazily above an endless blue void. You can hear your blood pumping in your ears, your stomach is coiling itself into knots as you kick your feet wildly; you break out into a cold sweat. A shiver ripples its way down the back of your neck as your skin erupts into gooseflesh - you know what is going to happen.

Ouch..

You lose your grip.

and plummet. Into oblivion. Fall forever, into the sky.

An idea that used to prey on my mind quite frequently.

Caramelization

I take back my encouragement. You're? REALLY?!

The main reason I don't like him is essentially the words he made up. As a kid, I read a lot to learn stuff. It might not have been conscious but that is definitely the reason for my voracious book appetite. And Dr Seuss didn't teach me anything. He made up some many words that it does little more than confuse early readers. I think that his books, though they may be advertised as for children, are actually far better suited to adults. Random factoid: he got his start drawing war posters and insecticide adverts.

So this post might be a bit shorter, I do have to get to the pasta dinner. It should be good, even if pasta was invented by the Italians. Don't get me wrong, I don't dislike Italians. I dislike the stereotype of the Italian- loud, gregarious, constantly eating/feeding, and very opinionated. I don't like people like that. If you're italian and none of those things, then I probably will like you.

I feel like a casserole today, lots of changes and metamorphoses going on deep inside me but all you see is a bit of colour changing on the top.

Thankyou kindly good sir, you're encouragement is greatly appreciated :)

You don't like Dr. Seuss?!

You wouldn't...

His stuff had good flow, or rhythm really, I suppose. It was almost mesmerizing. And the words he invented were gorgeous. However I never read that much so I'm not really an authority on the matter.

Icecream trucks are amazing! Also slightly creepy, but whatever. Just the sound is mouthwatering.

Uhm so I've been really into drawing mugs lately, what's up with that?

They're just so...shiny...wonderfully reflective and the reflections are all abstracted and lovely. And if you look at a mug, they're actually pretty intense. That evenly rounded form, the handle needs to be a good hand size, the rim needs to be comfortably mouth sized, and the comforting solid, deep opaque colours of ceramics, plus the glossy sleek glaze that gives us such interesting reflections of light!

I dunno, I think they're nice.

Ice Cream Truck

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I honestly don't like Dr. Seuss. Bring on the hate mail.

I've never had an ice cream truck drive by my house. I feel like I've missed out on my childhood somehow.

11:08

I LOVE how differently people view things.

Yes, I find it incredibly liberating. Freed from the memories, and so the opinions of others would make for purer motives I think. Unfettered from worrying about what others think would let you do things solely for the joy of the act itself, for your own pleasure/reasons.

Unless you are already at this state because you don't care about what others think, in which case, I commend you.

If I were a colour,

I'd choose yellow.

For sunshine,

which gives everything else it's colour.

If I were a day of the week,

I'd choose Thursday,

for that content it'salmostFriday,

familiar anticipation.

If I were a month,

I'd choose September.

For sepia tones,

Toasty leaves

Burnt orange and red and yellow

crunchy underfoot.

For scarves

and Fall jackets.

for the Equinox.

not summerHOT

not winterCOLD

but

in

be

tween.