:: 2008 7 April :: 10.29 pm
:: Music: NCAA Finals

Just wanted to share
a few things.

The Central Park Series



Click through the picture to see my favorite NY oasis.



The Las Vegas Series



I finished this album awhile ago but kept forgetting to link it here. I cut our 600 photos down to 100 uploads. Then I spent an hour of my life adding titles, descriptions, and tags. Oy.

So cozy up to your computer some groggy Saturday morning with a cup of coffee and browse the city of sin, courtesy of yours truly. Click the picture above.


Laaastly
since A Fine Frenzy is my favorite female artist as of late, I thought it would be polite of me to share her fantasticness. We went to her concert for my birthday and it was lovely. I uploaded a song on my Box (heh. box.) so you can listen to it. If you like it (which you will), I even give you the option to download it.

Whoever said only children don't share their things?


Come On, Come Out

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:: 2008 3 April :: 12.46 am
:: Mood: wootsors

July 25th 2008

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:: 2008 1 April :: 10.44 pm

Things You Should Know About Rats

• They eat anything
  • Fruit Loops
  • pumpkin seeds
  • grapes
  • apples
  • raisins
  • Wheat Thins
  • Peeps (yes Peeps)
  • SunChips
  • ham
  • turkey
  • Cheese-Its
• They will go anywhere you don't want them
  
• They make you duct tape your apartment
  
• And stick penises in your speakers
  
• They're sassy as hell

But man do I love her. I never would have expected it, but a rat makes a fun pet. It's kinda like having a miniature ferret. Except it doesn't like bells. Or any noise. Ever.



Oh Remy.
How you torment us so.

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:: 2008 31 March :: 12.30 pm
:: Mood: amused

on the set of Law & Order
Law & Order is filming an episode next to my school.
So I stole some food from their catering cart outside.
Mmm, donuts and trail mix.




I don't have my camera so excuse the grainy, indescript camera phone picture. That's the view from the window where I work. The apartment directly across is where they are filming. I always used to look at that apartment when I was bored at work because it was so freakin pimp. Srsly. I guess Law & Order liked it too.

Anyway, thanks for the food, guys!
::snicker::

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:: 2008 30 March :: 11.26 pm

the marrow of mirabelle
Have I ever told you about Mirabelle? No, it's unlikely. I've kept her hidden. She's been a part of me since 2005, when I lived in Goldsworth.

Schizo?
No, don't worry.
Complex.

Michelle is an analytical thinker. She is the scientist, the ambitious one, the level-headed, lab report writing, education whore. She swallows documentaries whole, falls asleep with an Einstein biography on her chest, and craves all the knowledge the world has to offer.

Mirabelle. Well, she creates. She gives into her inhibitions. She is a photographer and an abstract writer. She would rather describe something than be told what it is. She closes her eyes when the wind is in her hair. She smells the pages of her books because the musky ink is intoxicating. She lets sand slip through her fingers and wants nothing more than to capture the world between them.

We are vivid silhouettes. Once, maybe two years ago, I wrote an entry that I wished I could fade into Mirabelle. I was questioning everything I had stood for. The biochemistry. The labs. The work. I wanted to leave it all. But somewhere along the way I realized it was all the same. I could be both. I could let go and still succeed. I could find my balance. I found it here in New York somehow. I don't remember one instance or point where I clicked together, but looking back over the years I see that it happened somewhere.

So I present to you Mirabelle. My other half.
I'm not crazy, but you can't expect such a delicate balance of cells to operate rationally all the time can you? We all have a purpose. I just happen to have two.

This introduction comes on the cusp of an "unveiling" of the Marrow of Mirabelle. The quotations are in place because I'd rather it not sound so dramatic. It's really not. I converted my old blogspot into a connection point for my internet network. I look at it as a nucleus. You can connect to all parts of me there _{that I want you to know about}. It was inspired by Mira because she often creates and keeps up places such as that.

Je vous presente:
www.marrowofmirabelle.blogspot.com
I also am putting a permalink in the header of my woohu. Look closer.


One thing Michelle & Mirabelle have in common.

We both work best by candlelight.

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:: 2008 27 March :: 11.18 pm

You know you love Woohu if...
_{I ganked this from Jessa.}

You are logged in with cookies.
You have woohu as your homepage.
Andy is on your friends list more than once.
You know Rachel ends all her entries with "I love you all."
You refer to periods of your life by referencing what your user icon was.
You have ever done a Gunny sighting.
You know Andy as Gunny.
You have referred to your real life friends by their user names. As in- "You know Kevin? You know, tuwang?"
All your entries have changed security levels five times.
You participated in the entry with the most comments.
You have ever wondered who Homsar was.
You've stopped by dead journals and posted a comment saying "I miss you."
On Facebook your 'website' is listed as your journal.
You were excited when the 'mass action' feature was created.
You noticed when Andy changed the saying.
You are part of any community journal.
You remember what the old saying was.
Your password is 'helloandy'.
You get nostalgic for the old school front page.
You are part of the Woohu Peeps Facebook group.
You paid the two dollars.
You have private, friends only, and public entries.
You think about what you are going to post when you aren't at home.
You remember emo Andy.
You've gotten drunk and posted something embarressing.
You've ever posted a entry that simply said "No posts here anymore" or "This site is dead" or "Wow, it's been a long time".
You have a t-shirt and even the old magnets and stickers.
You have a homemade woohu t-shirt.
You've been banned by Andy.
You are from Cedar, Boca, or Spokane.
You've ever started a flame war.
You ever wondered where those invitation codes were hidden.
Your user number on Bzoink is in the double digits.
You have a This Crush and a Fake Pop.
Jessa paid your two dollars for you.
You were part of Woohu Day.
You are friends with both members of 'the show'.
You have a 'secret journal' you think nobody knows about.
You know everyone else's 'secret journal'.


A large number of these are embarrassingly true. Er, I mean awesomeingly.

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:: 2008 26 March :: 1.08 pm

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:: 2008 25 March :: 12.00 pm

I had the craziest dream about Bill Murray last night. And his brother. And my leg.

Then when I woke up my leg was aching. Not even lying.


It wasn't sexual, you jerks.

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:: 2008 23 March :: 1.41 pm

Happy Easter
Enjoy a peep show.




We have Jason's brother-in-law to thank for this one.

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:: 2008 19 March :: 11.12 pm
:: Music: Spoon

the mostly everything entry
This entry shall be a mishmash of information. Hooha.


First order of business: birthdayage.

I came home from work last Friday before Jason returned and was met by an amorphous lump on the kitchen table covered with our blue futon blanket. And the apartment smelled like sugar and chocolate. But a message of foreboding doom cautioned me not to peek.




Oh bother.

So I busied myself elsewhere until my phone rang and Jason said "Come down to the basement door and let me in. Um, quickly."

Oh bother.

So I go down and let him in. He covertly bungles along with a large black garbage bag containing more amorphousness. We go back up to our apartment and I learn of the birthday surprise that neither of us expected. Jason's experiment rat at school finally achieved its destiny of a series of lever pulls, turning on red lights, turning off white lights, and pulling a metal chain--all in the correct sequence--in order to be rewarded with sugar water. Oh, water and your reinforcing qualities.

After Jason's professor confirmed that his rat was in fact totally awesome, Jason's project was over and the rat was going to be killed. But Jason rescued it and was coincidentally able to bring it home on my birthday.



At the beginning of the semester, Jason named it Remy after the chef rat in Ratatouille and we were under the impression that it was of the testosterone variety. But upon the discovery of a vag, we were compelled to change our thinking. That'll be Miss Remy from now on, thank you.


She also likes to bury her head under the bedding, ostrich-style.

Okay, backslash digression.

I soon discovered what lay beneath that message of foreboding doom on the kitchen table. A homemade fudge brownie cake with 23 written on top in M&Ms made special order by Jason dear. I then opened the cadeaux from Jason, my parents, and his parents.

Roses from mom:


From Jason:

• a Queens College t-shirt
• a NY Giants jersey
• the Juno soundtrack
• and 2 tickets to A Fine Frenzy concert tomorrow!

A Fine Frenzy has been my favorite artist for months now ever since we got her debut CD this past summer.

I'm totally gay for her.


Everyone was so wonderful to me. Sigh. I feel awkward being the brunt of everyone's generosity.

The rest of the pictures are in my 23rd Birthday set on Flickr.

Later that night we hung out with the Queens College gang at a Thai restaurant then gorged on some Coldstone. ::drool:: Erich gave me the book The Lobotomist, which is a perfect gift because it's both morbid and a biography, which satisfies the dark documentary whore in me.




Michelle's Unapologetically Sappy Moment of the Day
Jason: Know what I love more than you?
Me: Remy?
Jason: No.
Me: Super Smash Bros Brawl?
Jason: No.
Me: ...
Jason: Us.
Me: ::faint::

I don't care if the sappiness is disgusting. I just don't.

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:: 2008 14 March :: 10.33 am
:: Mood: vibrant

l'anniversaire
My senses are in a dynamic equilibrium with everything today. Leaving the WTC station I smelled the most delicious breakfast sausages sizzling, while walking to school the bell tower at the top of City Hall chimed and I transported to a time perhaps a hundred years ago when there was no honking traffic or bustling business men, only the clear ringing of a isolated bell tower through the morning fog and cobblestone streets. The little deli across from St. Paul's Cathedral steamed from their browning meats and a hazy morning cloud hung over the Woolworth building making everything shimmer and warm. I'm sleepy without my coffee or tea this morning but it's a soft unprecarious state.

I'm 23 today. Spring Break shall commence in an hour.
I have an interview with the NYPD crime lab on Monday for a Criminalist I position. (I'm scared shitless.)
And Jason is cooking up some surprises for me which required him to request I stay away from home until he's ready.
I should have brought my camera.
It's a perfect day for an indulgent Manhattan stroll to please my senses.

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:: 2008 10 March :: 10.11 pm
:: Music: absurdity

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:: 2008 8 March :: 4.49 pm

layout
Made a new woohu layout. It has a singular meaning for me, sometimes I pour my heart into these things. :)

I'm not sure if anyone noticed because he doesn't advertise, but Jason made a new layout awhile ago. I wanna take it behind the middle school and get it pregnant. Inspired by Lost, for those poor souls who aren't following the saga.

I put a few of my past layouts behind the cut because I enjoy looking back and remembering. Nostalgia whore that I am. Read more..

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:: 2008 6 March :: 10.38 am
:: Mood: uneasy

A bomb went off in Times Square this morning. Sigh. >_<
At least nobody was hurt.

I had a dream last night that my grandma, uncle, and aunt all died within one week of each other. I was weeping uncontrollably in the dream but everyone else around me was calm. My dead aunt reached out of her coffin and held my mom's hand and I sobbed and screamed at my mom to not go too. I cried so hard my chest hurt. Then I woke up to my phone ringing at 8:30 this morning from a number I didn't recognize but I didn't answer it because I was so uneasy. Then my mom called me two hours later to tell me that a bomb went off in Times Square. I called the number back that was on my phone but no one answered. ...sigh.


In other news, pretty colors!



Jason and I are going to the Plug Awards tonight. It's some indie music awards thingy. I don't know. The only reason we're going is because Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds are headlining. But I'm very upset. These things always run late and the subways suck at night and since it's in Manhattan we're not getting home fooooreverrr and thus,

I can't watch LOST tonight. I have to work in the morning, so we won't be able to watch it until later Friday. I am not okay with this people.


I have to do a presentation in my Forensic Seminar class today on the 5 marker changes of teeth used for postmortem identification and age estimation. Doody.

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:: 2008 4 March :: 7.31 pm

My view as I'm getting out of class at night. I took this on the steps of my school. See that tall rectangular building in the foreground? That's where I work.

The sky is so pretty...

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:: 2008 3 March :: 1.10 pm

creativity aplenty
Creativity streak continues, albeit staggered. I actually do still do homework, as evidenced by this past weekend. ::whine:: I have several projects under construction right now, nothing too huge, but since I'm doing them all at once I get all a-flustered. Going to set up a pro-Flickr account soon. After a graphic designer in Chicago randomly contacted me about using one of my Flickr photos in his work, I figured it's time to get some of my stuff out there. Maybe nothing will come of anything else, but if it does then a little extra pocket change every now-and-then would be welcome.

I'm also submitting a business proposal to Google. I'm nervous about the whole thing because I don't know what the hell I'm doing. But I have an idea and I want to share it with them. Maybe something will happen. Maybe it's bullshit. I don't want to share the idea right now because it's in its early stages I don't want it to be stolen, plus I don't know if anything will come of it. In that case you can totally just disregard this entry. ::sheepish::

...So on top of my little photoshop wonders, I have to somehow figure out how to submit a decent looking business proposal to one of the biggest conglomerates on the Internet. I think I'm going to draw up a rough draft on my Tablet, showing how I think it should look.

I definitely should not have worn my winter coat today. It's 50 degrees and I'm drinking hot tea. D'oh.

Um, I should do teh homeworks now.


edit 1:39
Egad! I forgot to mention that I actually thought of an idea for my master thesis. AN IDEA! IN MY BRAIN! pleaseworkpleaseworkpleasework. I must find an important-looking forensic scientist to discuss this with.

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:: 2008 1 March :: 2.31 am

eeee!




All new hilarity. Material consisted of squirrels, hashish, assassination, hashishination, giraffe language, computers, the moon, Mars, opera, Russians, neanderthals, sexy neanderthals, grunting, dyslexia, and Yemen. He also brought out his iPhone to look up sausages on Wikipedia. I'm not sure why.

I laughed until I cried.

For the first 15 minutes I needed subtitles like whoa. Then I realized he probably wasn't making full sentences anyway.

Oh Eddie, je veux votre saucisson. You may be in your mid-forties but ... I'd hit it.

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:: 2008 27 February :: 11.32 pm

I've been creating.
Change is aboot.

I evaluated the next several weeks in my head and decided it's lovely.
Eddie Izzard on Friday
Nick Cave thingy next Wednesday
Detroit Pistons vs NY Knicks next Friday
My birthday in two weeks ...
Which also kicks off the start of Spring Break.


I sent in my resume to the criminalist section of the NYPD. And then the Manhattan branch of the DEA. One more resume to send out to OCME--the DNA lab. They're the guys who did (and still are) identifying remains from the World Trade Center.

Now, I wait.
::twiddles thumbs::

Back to creating...
For no matter how busy my life gets, I will never forget to capture the world.

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:: 2008 23 February :: 12.09 am
:: Mood: amused

storytime
So I'm riding the F train back home from Barnes & Noble in Manhattan. I'm sitting there reading my new book when from behind me at the other end of the train I hear this kind of ... tribal yell. I turn around and there's a woman dressed in a long white skirt, white sweater, and white hat with pink sneakers and a pink canvas handbag doing ... a rain dance. Or something. She stomping, and convulsing, and I didn't know if she was placing a curse on all of us or just having a really theatric seizure. So I'm staring at her and her arms are flailing wildly, she's making these clicking sounds that I've sometimes heard in African languages and every time she makes a click her head sort of ... snaps backward.

It all looked rather uncomfortable.

So she starts moving down the aisle to my side of the subway car. Suddenly she screams PRAISE JESUS! YES LORD WE THANK YOU! And other yay-God type phrases. Everyone is staring at her dumbfounded.

She finally walks past me, but she's been going on like this for awhile now (she has a slow rain dance.) so I'm back to reading my book. Then all of a sudden I hear a man yell SHUT UP! then mutter "woke me up."

Oh man.

This gets her in a frenzy. She stomps on over to him, singing at the top of her lungs, clicking, praising, flailing, and I swear ... CONVULSING violently. He's giving her the evilest look in the world and says GET OFF THE TRAIN.! I'm looking around like, uh dude we're in the middle of a dark tunnel underneath New York City ... where the eff is she gonna go?

She of course answers with PRAISE JESUS! SAVE THIS SINNER! SAAAAAAAAVE HIM! stompflailwaveconvulse.

So he spits at her feet.
Right on the subway floor.

It also didn't help that she was black and he was white.
Probably not the greatest decision in the world.

She shutters, waves her arms about, pink purse flapping around her arm, still singing her song. Some teenage girls in the corner start laughing at her and I felt kinda bad. She did her slow rain dance back to the other end of the car and kept singing in the corner by the door.

Mr. Grumpy Spitface went back to sleep.

So the next stop is my apartment and the doors open to all the people waiting on the platform and there she is in all her glory for everyone to see, flailing white skirt and pink sneakers. COME IN COME IN! ::wide gesture to get on the train:: CHURCH TOMORROW! PRAISE JESUS!

Watching the faces of the new people getting on the train is probably my favorite hobby. Their eyes get wide as they try to figure what the fuck is going on. It's priceless.

I love free entertainment.


I take the NYPD exam tomorrow morning. O_O
Our Oscar party is the day after.

We had our first real snow of the winter today. New York is freaking out, they canceled school today so I didn't have to tutor. Pfft, please. They should go to Michigan, THEN they'll be scared. I love how this all happens after we reach 60 degrees last week. Charming.

Bonne nuit. Je dois dormir pour l'interro demain.

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:: 2008 18 February :: 11.32 pm
:: Music: Straylight Run :: The Perfect Ending

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:: 2008 17 February :: 8.31 pm
:: Mood: amused

I bet your resume doesn't have the word semen on it.

Gotta love this career.

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:: 2008 14 February :: 10.04 am
:: Mood: melty

Here's to our 3rd Valentine's Day together...

Cheers, darling!

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:: 2008 13 February :: 4.29 pm
:: Music: buzz buzz buzz

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:: 2008 6 February :: 10.32 pm

a russian murder
It was 66 degrees out today. Outrageous!


Ordered my cap and gown today. Stellar!
Is it weird I'm going to be graduating two years in a row?


My Forensic Biology lecture is mighty strange.
It's taught by a Russian, accent included.
Let me divulge:


Instead of the typical blahblah science words blah here's a diagram style, he devotes a full two hours to the genological makeup of a Russian tsar and his family. After a half an hour of looking at century old pictures of the family on Powerpoint, we Forensic students looked around at each other like wtf mate. Then we find out they were all murdered.

How? Shot dead, bayoneted, then burned.

And that the bodies were hidden and never recovered. Over the ensuing decades there were urban legends circulating that two of the children survived the massacre and are still alive today. Then, like 50 years later some archaeologists found some bones buried in Russia. In the 1980's DNA technology was not what it is today, so all they could do was analyze the skulls, which they did. They managed to match most of the family members. But some were missing, although they all supposedly died together. Just these past couple years DNA analysis has been done on living family members to determine if they are any of the children who are missing. No one has been found yet. But last year...new bones were found. Our Russian prof thinks no one survived the murders, and these bones are the missing children. From the evidence he presented I think it's a pretty solid hypothesis.

We got to look at the DNA profiles of the victims...a Tsar and Russian royal family who were murdered a century ago. It's all very cool.

But the weirdest thing about this guy's lectures (if that wasn't odd enough an introduction) is at the end of his class. The last Powerpoint slide is a black background with a picture of a human skull.

And then organ music starts flowing from the speakers.
Because he embedded it into the image on the slide.
So while he's giving his conclusion to the lecture I'm sitting in a dark classroom feeling like I'm in an 18th century holy place filled with foreboding doom.

Weird effing class.

Then in lab we received "evidence" of a rape case. One was a bloody sock, and the other was a size 9 pair of Hanes woman underwear with semen stains on them. This is my homework for the semester.

The whole semester.
Dedicated to jizzm.
By May I will have a DNA profile of the dude who so kindly donated the stain. ::deep breath:: I surely hope it's not my kooky Russian prof.

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:: 2008 3 February :: 11.21 pm
:: Mood: woozily content

SuperBowl XLII

Guitar Hero on the Wii

+


My first taste of 120-proof Absinthe

+


The NY Giants win the SuperBowl...

=

One hell of a night.

An amusing article showing some great NY love

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:: 2008 3 February :: 11.53 am

Go NY Giants!

Party time at the Bebe house. ^_^

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:: 2008 23 January :: 9.13 pm

Heath Ledger's
apartment is on my way to school so I stopped there before class today. It's weird he's lived there all along and I never knew it. Right by Little Italy in Soho where Jason & I treat ourselves to Lombardi's every now and then. His address is 421 Broome St, right off the 6 line, for my New York readers who want to visit too.

As expected, there was a memorial set up outside his apartment door. Mostly bouquets of flowers, cowboy hats, photographs, and letters. The networks had camera crews set up and while I was there they were filming the 5 o'clock news. Security was lax, so you could meander through the cameras and news correspondents without anyone caring.

^{The white apartment is where he was found.}

<sup>News crews from the local networks.



A girl (with green hair?) sits at the memorial.</sup>












Sorry to see you go, cowboy.

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:: 2008 20 January :: 11.00 pm
:: Mood: elated

Bejebus.

NY Giants are going to the Superbowl baby! We just watched an insanely intense game. Erich, Jason, & I were screaming & jumping...I can't really describe everything that Jason did, but it involved clothes and beer. My boy is crazy. Tynes totally redeemed himself w/ that 47 yard field goal, zomg. This is exciting, I never had a good football team in Michigan. I don't know how to react right now. Rawr.

And now the boys are playing Tecmo Superbowl on NES...oy testosterone.

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:: 2008 19 January :: 9.59 pm

Viva!
The weary travelers have returned from their month-long vacation to Michigan and Las Vegas.

Words relevant to Vegas?

Jason & I, armed with new cameras, snapped over 600 photographs. This is no good. I cannot possibly share all of these. Damn our clickiness.

Things we saw?
The shark reef at Mandalay Bay
The pyramids and Sphinx at the Luxor
MGM Grand
New York, New York
Paris
The half-size replica of Tour Eiffel
The fountains at the Bellagio
Caesar's Palace
The pirate ship battle at Treasure Island
Volcano eruptions at the Mirage
The Venetian
A topless burlesque show
The Star Trek Experience
Flamingos at our hotel...the Flamingo
Weird people
Boobies
Me winning $110 at Blackjack (natch).

Now for some photos? I could write and write, but I figure lists and pictures will have to suffice. I'm slightly overwhelmed.


The outside of our hotel, the Flamingo.



View of the Bellagio fountains from our table at Mon Ami Gabi, a fancy French restaurant with tasty baguettes.



What would a vacation be without a Travelocity gnome?


I'll add the rest (ie 4 more) behind the cut, because if I get too inconsiderate with these friend pages someone may smite me. Read more..

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:: 2008 8 January :: 1.48 am

Oh I don't know. I'm infathomably restless right now. I had a richly productive day, which required me to rise at an hour that was not to my liking. After being sluggish the first half of the day, I'm now wide awake and not nearly as unconscious as I'd like to be.

So I suppose the only logical solution would be to widdle away some time posting photos. Not too many, I promise. And as always, no edits.


<sup>My 17-year-old cat, Ariel, warming her old bones in the sun rays. Not too shabby for an old grammy is she?



All the colors of a flame.


My cousin Dylan. His generous distribution of high-fives and hugs brings me joy.</sup>


Alas, on to something new...

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