some dramatic visual aids

well not all that dramatic or helpful, but definitely visual. my blog is very dull (visually speaking, it’s a delight in every other way) so here are some age-old pictures. this is me. in the woods. it’s winter. this is the only time this fashion season you will see me jamming jeans into boots where it was not meant to happen. i see many teenage girls and other unfortunates jamming jeans that are definitely boot or flare cut into boots that do not have room for that much denim. you can see the bunching and bunching. the scream for freedom. but i digress. this is me in the woods, s. is taking the picture, by uncle al’s cabin dans le woods de gatineau.

moving along. i am drinking decaf orange pekoe tea. my mother & i have taken to drinking various “sleepy” or “bedtime” teas around 9 pm. But last night my “sleepy” tea must have been switched with “insomniac” tea. dreadful. i pride myself on my ability to fall asleep within twenty minutes of going to bed, without fail come hell or high water or a combination thereof. whatever. i suffered in silence. took me like thirty minutes to fall asleep.

boring.

so here we have my sister nearly dead from exhaustion. at this point we were hopelessly lost and desperate. i began to eat the snow. she was sobbing uncontrollably. she stopped crying long enough for me to take this picture. please note that she has chosen to roll up her jeans, thus removing the chance of the potential indignity of being found frozen in the forest with jeans jammed into boots.


i’m nearly finished reading To Kill A Mockingbird. for whatever reason, i never read it in school. i think being in the gifted program, they kinda assumed you would do lots of learning on your own time and that they could skip some of the majors cause we’d already read them. true in the case of nancy drew, half of treasure island and the major jane austens but no no to harper lee and me. it’s remarkable that the plot hasn’t been spoiled for me. i was on the streetcar literally white-knuckled cause i was gripping the book too hard. i get upset like jem over that kinda enraging bullshit.

I know we’re all likely sick to death of The Liar James Frey but please let’s just have a laugh here
(Apologies for the sickening mouth pic but scroll down it gets less gross and more funny — the limerick & ‘my brother called it’)

hmmm what else? the blogging geds made lists of 5 things that they think no one else knows about them. although i did know some of claire’s. I don’t think i have 5 things but here goes:

1. both my sister and i keep our pencil/pens on our desk in a romeo & juliet themed mug and it’s sheer coincidence.
2. thazzit. everyone knows everything. well, between the lot of you, you know it all. like claire doesn’t know about that time the tangerine fell between the fridge and the counter and tony & i went into hysterics creating elaborate retreival devices (at 10 pearce dr) trying to get it out before our parents came into the kitchen. but tony knows about that so it doesn’t count. And that is an OBSCURE memory that makes us sound slightly crazy and parent-fearing.

how about another picture to end off this super-boring, tres uninspired attempt at bloggetry?

happy new year


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2 thoughts on “some dramatic visual aids

  1. How could you possibly say that was boring? It’s long and my friend David taught me that if you don’t know what to write, keep writing; you’ll say it eventually. And you did. Sarain sacrificed cold for fashion. She would understand the Japanese girls and their bare legs in winter. I just saw a mom riding her infant boy around on the back of her bike today, very cold day, snowing lots, and he was wearing shorts. He didn’t look cold or uncomfortable. Perhaps he was dead. I doubt it as he was moving and smiling in an animated way.Almost spent 18 bucks on Mr. & Mrs. Smith in the cinema today just because I was near a cinema (I never am) but luckily realized the sheer folly of it all and need to keep saving for future life.I think I drink too much. I’ve always wanted to have a drinking or drug problem. How fortunate of me to be stuck in a country that I hate so that now I drink to drown my misery. Ha ha. We’ll see what happens when I get back, won’t we?This comment is itself a blog entry. Only it’s a comment on your blog, and not an entry on mine.Cheerio.I wish I could’ve been there at Alex and Lisa’s. I wouldn’t have been afeard in the woods.

  2. oh no the pants in or out of the boots — same degree of warm-itude. poor little dead japanese boy. t-bo, don’t develop drinking problemo, then you’ll be forced to read a million little pieces, then become disillusioned when you realize the fraud of it all, then back to the sauce. and i don’t mean the hot kind. or the bbq kind. or the … soya kind.

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