I'm only productive when I feel like it

... and it isn't very often.

Here are some pictures of things I've been up to... which is not a lot.

I giggle infinitely more when I'm by myself.

Winter Sky

There was one day in winter (a really cold day) where the sky was a bright cheery storybook blue.

It was really nice. And it's a memory I keep because it makes me happy. :)

Bleep Bleep Bloop Bloop.

I want to be robotized. 

Story on a Post-it Note

So I did something that I thought only happened in dramas...

Recently in ASL (American Sign Language) class we've been learning how to describe people with signs. Our professor likes to put up pictures from magazines and have us describe them. There was one photo he put up with two baseball players where one man was kissing the other on the forehead. I suppose that picture stuck with me because on the bus later I fell asleep and had a dream where I was platonically kissing people on the forehead. I woke up halfway through my dream to find myself pursing my lips in a kiss to no one in particular. Upon realization I quickly stopped.

But Boy, was that awkward.

Creepy Ninja

I had a moment yesterday where I felt completely liquid. I mean the feeling I get where I feel all over the place. Where my thoughts aren't completely contained and I'm just not solid enough to remain in my skin. I just kind of ooze all over. My thoughts kind of slip and slide all over but I'm not giddy or excited, just lethargic. Like I left little pieces of self-goo in different locations. Wherever I am, I just drip and drool some part of me behind.

It's a strange description, but pretty apt for what I felt.

And here are some creepy doodles to explain. I apologize for said creepiness:

My sister is flying and has just got back to Toronto and needs a ride home. I am texting her as she is still on the plane and needs to wait for all the passengers to get off before she can head home.

Me: Moooom! Wendy needs a ride!
Mom: Okay, I'll let dad know!! Are you faxing to her right now?
Me: It's texting mom! Not faxing! Faxing works with PAPER.
Mom: Whatever!

And my mother claims to have been more technologically savvy recently. LIES.


The funny thing is my mom SHOULD know what faxing means, she was just talking about it with another auntie who wanted to know if we still had a fax machine. Oh, mom.

Better in my thoughts

It makes me sad that so many things I think about are so much better in my thoughts. Like the post I did way back on the idea of newspaper and cigarettes. They make me think of Sherlock Holmes and conjure up this amazing image of libraries, but the truth is both newspaper and cigarettes stink with a very chemical and acrid smell.

Now the idea of Old Perfume comes up in the very same way. It appears romantic in writing and it seems to be full of promise with the idea of a heavy, aged and rich aroma but the truth is, it just smells cheap and overly strong.

This makes me sad.

Dating tips from my Father

Maybe my parents are getting desperate about me because just today while on the way to work me and my dad had a conversation about dating. He told me it was time for me to get a boyfriend and to show interest in the opposite sex. I mentioned how I just wasn't interested in anyone right now and neither was anyone interested in me. He insisted that if I showed interest in guys they would be interested back (I think he totally missed the part where I mentioned I wasn't interested in anyone right now). So, just out of interest I provided a hypothetical situation where I said "what if the guy I like already has a girlfriend?"

Dad: "Well... it's not like they're married right?"
Me: "..."
Dad: "Go for it! Take a Chance, take initiative! He may not like her that much anyway!"
Me: "So, you're okay with your daughter breaking up relationships?"
Dad: "No relationship is a confirmed thing till you're married!"
Me: "Wow."
Dad: "I read this book where this fat girl was writing about how girls like her need to be aggressive and make advances or else they'll never get a guy!"
Me: "Are you calling me fat?"
Dad: "...no"

Now I know my dad is desperate enough to support me in stealing boyfriends.


My face for the day: o__O

My favourite dinosaur is the Thesaurus. It eats my essays.

:)

I am so unhealthy!

I eat "real food" or "main course meals" just so I can eat dessert.

Because I feel guilty just eating dessert on an empty stomach.

Just had sticky rice so now I can have some green tea ice cream! :D

Going Old-School

Yesterday, our faucet/shower head broke and I was too lazy/afraid of the dark/cold to head down to the basement and use the working shower there so instead I decided to shower old-school style upstairs because it seemed so appealing/humorous/I was lazy.

Anyway, I had to use a bucket to shower and it was the funniest and funnest thing I've did all week. Honestly, I wouldn't mind doing that again... although it was very cold. But I think I'm saving water, so that's a bonus!

Yay, Old-School for the win!

Drawing silly things

It's a HOOT!

And today I bought an owl keychain to make up for not being able to own an owl as a pet in Canada. This is one thing I can cross off my life goal list now! :)

I own an owl, he lives on my phone, and his name is Moses!

I think he is ADORABLE.