I'm in Yarmouth, Nova Scotia. Things don't change much here. My dad still runs faster when there's traffic and everyone has something to say about donut consumption.
Hence the temporarily static blog?

This work thing, it takes up so much of my time! My crafting/stumbling/interneting has come to a screeching halt. Which is unfortunate, but not wholly* regrettable (I did find time to bake 6 dozen mini cupcakes yesterday afternoon). I imagine I'll have a wealth of funny little kids stories to bore everyone with soon, as well as some impressive tan lines.

*I had no idea wholly was spelled like that.

Urban Outfitters is a glorious place. It contains a gratuitous amounts of pretty things, and it makes George squeam. At Urban, they sell these, which I cannot justify buying, even if they are hip and trendy:



Fortunately, I had today off. So I made these. Which my family, and my boyfriend, do not understand. The second one is my favorite. The first one is a fail.

I Might Give One of These a Shot or This Post Will Upset George

Audrey


Amelia


Anna

Trajectories

Ride a Bike
Improve Guitar Skills
Paint Bedroom
Yardsale with Kelsey
Roadtrip to a Beach
Trim Hair
Read Books
Visit the Henry Art Gallery
Craft

My dad went through junior high and high school going by the name of hamburger.
And then he went by root. Because he had brown clothing.
And that is about all of his nicknames.

The weather sucks.
So I'm pretending I'm at the beach, where the sand is shaped like slippery bricks and everyone wears really modest swimsuits.

So funny.
I think I'll keep taking math?

I particularly enjoy the commentary of the individuals who don't have bricks up their noses.

I don't have anything to say.
Which is too bad, because I have a new keyboard to type it on.

Also, I am dating this boy apparently.
At least this is what a google image search of "Bicep Man" comes up with.



A google of my name came up with this treasure from the April 16, 2002 Pony Express.



Thank you, internet. I'm sure I was the most athletic 7th grade student of the month to ever athleticly stride through the halls of Horse Heaven Hills Middle School. Also, I am sure my extremely mature middle school friends did not laugh at me for this award.

Impersonations.

I've been hapazardly reproducing pretty things I see online lately.

Recently this photo (Oh Happy Day):



Became this:





Until gravity kicked in.


And tonight, this photo (A little hut):



Manifested itself as:


As photographed by my telephone.

This is what I'm working on fixing.

My on-a-greyhound writing is a little sketchy.

This is where I hope it goes.

Weekend Highlights

a. American Teen
b. Free Concert on the HUB Lawn (Blue Scholars, Kay Kay and his Weathered Underground, Minus the Bear)
c. Chipotle > A Burger Place
d. Hanging out w/ Kelsey + Colin > Adult Beverages
e. Across the Universe Bowling Alley Scene on the HUB Lawn
f. Wristcutters
g. Massive Quantities of Sleep
h. Aveventure
i. University Yakisoba
j. Daniel's Play
k. The Fall
l. Accidental Nap on Rob's Bed
m. Cupcakes
n. Church

Bands I'd Pay Real Money to See

1. Death Cab for Cutie
2. Feist
3. Brett Dennen
4. Alanis Morissette
   
5. The Beatles
   
6. Jet
7. Panic!
8. Devo
   
9. Vampire Weekend
   
10. She & Him
11. Lily Allen
12. The Shins
    
13. Alanis Morissette
14. Guster
15. Dashboard

I'm not terribly concerned with the finer details. And I don't really mind if they're bad, partially deceased, or already witnessed.