t r e e s

Dear Bro,

2011-02-28T14:28:00.002-06:00

(who I now know is David Yang lol)

Your final gift has me in tears (the good kind). Every sister in the world deserves to know that she is Beautiful. Every sister deserves to know she is Everything to God. You said you hoped that something would come from your gift - I think something definitely did. This is what it means to be a brother - to show love to someone, not for who they could be, or for what they once were, but for exactly who they are; to love without the security of knowing how they would react, and not expecting anything in return. Thank you for teaching me this and thank you for being a true brother to me. I will never forget the kindness you showed this week.

Sincerely,
Your Sis

Happy April 19!

2010-04-19T05:22:00.001-05:00

and happy 21, Whore-don

missouri loves company

2010-04-14T20:14:00.004-05:00

"A Missourian gets used to Southerners thinking him a Yankee, a Northerner considering him a cracker, a Westerner sneering at his effete Easternness, and the Easterner taking him for a cowhand." - Blue Highways

At least I know what I am. And I like it here.

(ph. by Jason Qian)

BLAGHHHH!!!!!

2010-04-06T03:38:00.002-05:00

not feeling goooood!!!!
double essays do not like meeeee, neither does my brain :O

so here's something new i learned about myself:
the reason i have had difficulty being friends with girls in the past is that men can't really make me feel inferior. but women can.

here's something i learned about God:
He makes self-doubt pretty irrelevant. I've almost accepted that.

2010-03-17T22:45:00.003-05:00

Oops, I should really declare my Spanish major, especially now that I've fulfilled the reqs. :(

Loo00o0o00o0ok!

Mai frawg! I loves her sooo much :D <3 <3 <3 she loves me too.

Can't wait for the weather to perk up so that I can catch bugs for her outside, instead of buying them at Petsmart.

Early birthday present?? :D

Public Service Announcement:

2010-02-19T09:11:00.003-06:00

words are weapons. please blog responsibly.

Prevention is control

demasiado

2010-02-04T10:28:00.005-06:00

Things this semester:
-writing... too much of it
-cooking (crab cakes!)
-snowboarding
-coed IM bowling w/ Mattiez&Jeffy, w00tw00t
-hitting the gym 3x a week (Anniez and I are awesome)
-tootering
-making friendship bracelets
-Engage Scripture reading (eh... only 2 days behind)
-eating 3 Musketeers mint bars
-OUTINGS (anyone for Shaw's Nature Reserve? Elephant Rocks? Johnson's Shut-ins? Meramec River canoeing/spelunking? MOBOT? Carlyle Lake? Busch Wildlife? Zoo? Grant's Farm?)
-finding a new pet (cockroach or flower preferred, but select other things acceptable as well)
-ARMOURYing it up (w/ a kickin' new logo... which is still to be determined...)
-evolving into Kricketune... j/k...
-finding a FREAKING doppelgänger :( someone in my acting class has Hilary Swank as hers! jealous.
-reading lots and lots and lots and lots of stories (maybe yours even!)
-not being a weenie

(As an act of defiance against my lactose intolerance, I will eat yoghurt every day.)

Byebye Baby

2010-01-26T14:27:00.003-06:00

I told the true life story of my pet cockroach today in Fiction Writing class and now I think everyone thinks I'm a freak. I don't care.

Miss you Melba.

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2010-01-20T01:25:00.002-06:00

ugh... 10:00 is not my finest hour.

BODYCHECK

2010-01-17T08:27:00.004-06:00

-Urbana (check)
-run (check... sortof...)
-snowboard (check, ample evidence of this on my ribcage, left hip, knees, and other unmentionables)
-shooting range (BOOM! headshot. But apparently that's not a good thing at the range.)
-see my favs people (yayyy)
-eat Teh Numms (... heh heh... the gut speaks for itself)
-not double my body weight (check, I guess xD)
-Chicago (check!)
-bowl (check x 3)
-movies (THE PRINCESS AND THE FROG!!)
-cook (chyeeaaaaa babay)
-study for FM exam ( :( )
-keep room tidy ( -___- )
-"figure crap out" (only some of the crap :\ )

Mayyyybeez best break of college so far :D

Latin-based graphemes that don't represent variables?

2010-01-14T15:06:00.003-06:00

Hmm, Webstac currently tells me that I am taking Math 494, Microecon, Hispanic Linguistics, Spanish American Lit I, Acting I, and Fiction Writing I. A little scary... too much of the qualitative and not enough quantitative. Hopefully studying for that actuary exam will even things up. Reallllly wanted to take Exemplarity and Chivalric Fiction in 14th-century Spain but 3 straight hours of español would definitely fry my brains beyond recognition.

I dreamed in Spanish. I don't remember too many of the details but I do recall cursing in Spanish... someone pissed me off and I screamed "¡Hijo de tu puta madre! ¡¡Mierda!!" after them. Then I muttered "putas chingadas" at a gaggle of prostitots strutting around in the mall wearing their matching leggings and Uggs, slurping their weak-fisted Starbucks. Aside: If I ever mutter a Spanish phrase near you... it's probably not nice... unless I'm in your car pretending I'm a GPS and I say "A la izquierda" or "A la derecha," at which points you should turn left and right, respectively.

This was a pretty pointless post. I'm down with that.

You came to take us - all things go, all things go

2010-01-08T03:35:00.008-06:00

Gonna be here til Sunday.

I lived there for a year but that was a long time ago... haven't properly revisited it yet.

Adventure time! Wish me luck. :)

***

So, we hung out in the 'burbs à la Annie and Alex. No big city escapades... but I've always been of the belief that the people you're with make for far better adventures than places. Adventure time success!

(I'll upload pics to teh Bookface when I feel like it... )

(Jeffy at Jin's parents' restaurant in Peoria)

(Joy Yee's in Naperville, finally!)

(Xiao Ding Dang buns in Mitsuwa Japanese market)

(Elmo, Mario, Game Over goomba, Sonic... I like the color scheme going on here heehee)

(The happy couple at Portillo's)

(big Pocky)

It's been a pretty good winter break. :)

Tomfoolery and Ballyhoo

2010-01-05T06:39:00.006-06:00

So at 11:30 p.m. on Saturday, January 2, 2010, the Lilbro and I get this great idea to start on the gingerbread house kit that's been sitting mysteriously on the kitchen floor (you could say we were filled with Christmas mirth and Diet Coke). I guess this unerring sense of time is a genetic thing we share...

So we enlisted the help of this enthusiastic creature -

and Michael struggled with following the instructions.

Meanwhile, the Bobeface was of no help...

so, as always, to get the job done right, I had to do it myself.

(Everything that looks messy is Michael's doing, and the only thing I accomplished was making painstakingly straight lines of icing which he promptly mashed up. The house is still unfinished as you can see. Also, I had wanted to do a different color scheme entirely... all in all, I think the end result is becoming a weird combination of him haphazardly placing colors, and me meticulously replicating his random scheme on the other side of the house to preserve perfect symmetry.)

Okay, so I'm a little bossy. After all those months of changing that kid's diapers when he was a baby, I think I've earned the right to be. Sigh... oh the joys of being the jie jie...

(At least when he was younger we got to make him do stuff like this: )

Forget and Not Slow Down

2010-01-04T03:48:00.005-06:00

When I first purchased this album and quickly learned that it was pretty much about a breakup, my first word was... "damn." My second and third words were, "Hella irony." And my successive words were too profane to reproduce and all directed at that guy.

Three months, many tears, and a couple of close encounters of the male kind later, the words have stayed the same but they're more alive to me; and these struggles are not about a breakup. They're about getting back together, with God. And sometimes a breakup is the necessary byproduct.

"When the nightmare finally does unfold,
Perspective is a lovely hand to hold."

I don't want to forget. I just want to forgive that guy.

(No, that guy doesn't read my blog. And it never did interest him, during the almost 3 years he was with me.)

Hosanna

2009-12-23T01:50:00.001-06:00

I asked God to break my heart for what breaks His, and break it He did.

On our own we are just leaves of grass.

A Fiction based on a Reality within a Dream about an Occurrence

2009-12-21T15:00:00.002-06:00

[Part I still in progress]

***

A rocket ship cut a sleek white arc of smoke in the sky; the boy and I, perched on the shoulder of a sun-stroked hill, traced its voluptuous curves with outstretched index fingers. As the clean definition began to drift on the impulse of the wind, we pretended we, like young artist's apprentices, were the ones smudging the chalky billows over our vast canvas. The puffs of smoke, at last lulled by the laws of entropy, coalesced into the stark blue and our blending work was done.

The boy dusted off his hands and turned to me. "Isn't it funny how just a moment ago there was this big spectacle up there and now you'd never even know it happened? I guess time erases all things," he said, nodding at the sky.

I brushed a piece of grass off his sleeve, and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, and nodded at the sky. But I saw that it was forever stained.

To all of my doubters and critics out there:

2009-12-19T21:57:00.002-06:00

Thank you. You push me to strive to become the best version of myself possible. In some sense, you bring out the best in me; I owe more to you than to those who coddle me into complacency with this second-rate version of who I could be. Keep doing what you're doing, because Lord knows, I love a) a good challenge, b) proving myself, c) proving people wrong.

No, you are not my main inspiration for continual improvement. But you sure do help. I thank you again sincerely.

-Lucy

2009-12-19T02:05:00.003-06:00

Can't even begin to fathom the things that are happening.
Life, reality... more perplexing than dreams.

God please watch over those I care about... and the ones they care about... the ones YOU care about.

Your will be done; give us grace to accept what is out of our control.

***

Efffff. All it takes is one glance at another person's life to realize how light our burdens are in comparison to what they go through. We are called to share in our brothers' and sisters' pain and carry each others' burdens to Christ. That is all I can do.

Prayer. prayer prayer prayer prayer prayer prayer prayer. God help us.

I complain too much.

2009-12-05T01:44:00.003-06:00

Anyways, our Savior is glorified when we have things to complain about, but we don't.

Romans 5:1-5
Therefore, since we have been justified through faith, we have peace with God through our Lord Jesus Christ, through whom we have gained access by faith into this grace in which we now stand. And we rejoice in the hope of the glory of God. Not only so, but we also rejoice in our sufferings, because we know that suffering produces perseverance; perseverance, character; and character, hope. And hope does not disappoint us, because God has poured out his love into our hearts by the Holy Spirit, whom he has given us.

I can see the stirrings of the first 3 things,
Where is that hope...

2 steps forward, 3 steps back

2009-12-01T06:04:00.003-06:00

I maintain straight A's for 2/3 of the semester, until the final stretch in which they all tank to B's.

***

Even after gaining 5 lbs., my ribs still stick out.

***

I try reaching out more this semester, now I'm losing people left and right.

***

I manage to avoid any and all contagious diseases for 4 semesters of college, but for about 3 weeks now have been stuck with this cough that wakes me up several times each night.

***

Dog tired.
[Pictured: a cat, tired]

2009-11-30T10:53:00.003-06:00

I fear the nightmares to the point of denying myself sleep.
I'll find my bed again once I can rest easy; and I'll wake up when this is all over.
3 more weeks, all I can hope for is to minimally subsist on these last remaining shreds of my heart.

***

Musing:
Through the magic of fb stalking I discovered that a friend of mine got a tattoo:

Hmm. What would the contents of your heart look like?

***

Thinking about taking the Putnam this Saturday.
No matter how many bitter spats we go through, inventive mathematics will never be far from my heart.
I would not expect to even perform above the median; but I know I would find that thrill that I seek.

If nothing else conflicts with this 6-hour-long contest... we shall see.

A Very Pink Update

2009-11-29T17:58:00.008-06:00

DISLIKE reading about analysis of patient death times.
LIKE soft baseball tees.

DISLIKE gobs of phlegm.
LIKE the color pink.

DISLIKE severely chapped lips (+ the pained expressions induced by them).
LIKE bees- and carnauba wax.

...ad infinitum for both lists.
For every bad I can think of, there is a good; the Lord giveth and the Lord taketh away.

***

Prayer list:
-mastery over own emotions
-mastery over own idols
-showing love to more people
-financial instability, and tithing
-forgiveness
-schoolwork... lack of work ethic... whether actuarial science is my calling
-one, two, three, four, five people in particular
-the daddeez - whom I love, but whom I would much rather see come to know God's love.
-physical health... -_-

More to come later!

***

God is good, all the time.
All the time, God is good.

***

The heart - is it wispy-thin and delicate, prone to shattering at the slightest application of pressure at one of the structurally weaker points?

Or is it obstinate and resilient, absorbing clobberings and tramplings and violent kicks in every direction only arise and beat on, time and time again, for a lifetime?

Were all the blows worth it? How much is my heart worth, anyway? Is it worth saving?

Do I have a good heart?

LSD

2009-11-28T02:41:00.007-06:00

I used to peer into the mirror each dawn and marvel at my own effervescent eyes. Or, what's the Beatles' word for them? "kaleidoscope eyes." Those were the days I'd be up and stirring with the rest of the the flora and fauna of the dew, and scamper over to the mirror just as the sweeping beams of sunrise ignited the prisms nestled behind my lashes.

That's the one thing I ever liked about my own image - the eyes. So blindingly dark they seemed to implode for an instant and then pulsate with fractured fire. Two cunningly placed enigmas.

Nowadays they are different. Through the metronomic prodding and pounding of time and circumstance, they have metamorphosed into entirely distinct creatures. Smudges of red circumscribe the eggshell whites, and a frigid mist dulls the central piercing constellations.

The body sometimes belies that which the eyes cannot shroud.

***

"Look for the girl with the sun in her eyes,
And she's gone."

***

Eyes ignited anew - but not with the effusive purity of daybreak or untiring wonderment.

No, now they spark with glints of indignance - cleft by razor-thin provocations, they spill forth all the fury of internal pressure compounded over a lifetime of miniscule flaws. A geode, smashed into two distinguishable crystalline halves along with thousands of fragments of residual flak.

Dodge the shrapnel.
See the maelstrom brewing behind my eyes.

Jamie All Over

2009-11-27T01:36:00.005-06:00

... what the Spaniards would call "escapismo." (ess-kah-PEES-mo, accent punched with flair)

Or, what English-speakers would call "escapism." (ess-KAY-pizzzzummm, trailing suffix spluttering with scientific frippery)

See the difference?

Please don't tell me that I'm dreaming.
Favor no me digas que estoy soñando...

Health Update

2009-11-23T05:36:00.003-06:00

Repost from ~2 months ago:

***

Note to self:

Stop eating honey straight out of the jar.
If you eat like a Poohbear, you will look like a Poohbear.
He may be round and cuddly, but is much distressed when he gets stuck in a treehole.

Either start eating vegetables again or buy some multivitamins.
Otherwise you will get headrushes every day until age 30, when you will die.
You don't want that to happen, do you?

Oh and please PLEASE dig up your running shoes from within the depths of the hall closet.
Bring them to school, and RUN.
You have lost about 15 lbs. of muscle since high school.
This means that if a bear were to chase you through the woods, you would tire out in 5 minutes
And die. Being mauled by a non-Pooh bear is painful.

Get some sleep once in a while, your once-plump cheeks are beginning to grow gaunt with worry.

Drink more water. Lay off the Mountain Dew.

Life is risky enough as it is, so stop killing your poor body from the inside out.
That is all - you take care of yourself now,

Lucy

***

Quick Post-It Note to Self:

dear lucy,
just make it thru this semester alive plz.
kthxbye.
-lucy

Exhale.

2009-11-20T16:09:00.004-06:00

I lift up the marred sheet of graph paper and slowly pivot it to orthogonality with the plane of the desk. As I do, eraser dust drips from its eaves, relics of my past mistakes, my past reconsiderations, my fallibility. I do not read, but simply gaze upon the perfectly squared blue lines ravaged by my angry gray squiggles.

With each new stanza, I see my neat trains of logic decompose into hieroglyphic emotion... one by one they derail... sluggishly... arduously... unstoppably.

***

I no longer love what I do.

Hair Update

2009-11-14T11:24:00.008-06:00

After Locks of Love (indeed, only out of love could I part with so much hair in a day):

(True WashU student... 3 a.m. half&half and half&half leftovers for breakfast.)
For those who don't know, half&half refers to WashU dining's half chicken tenders, half fries order, not a massive carton of dairy (that would truly be gross).

I write about (and picture) the above things because I can't bring myself to write about everything else.

As a good friend told me, "In time, memory fades."

***

Edit: Things I have eaten so far today...
-aforementioned half&half leftovers, accompanied by 4 packets of honey mustard
-2 servings Wheat Thins with 1/4 pkg. hummus
-1/3 jar applesauce
-8 Tbsp. Nutella
-1 coconut milk tea
-2 cups BBT crispy chicken
-4 multivitamins
-assorted Halloween candies "borrowed" from younger brother

I realize that food cannot fill emotional and spiritual voids... but nor can it even fill anatomical voids. After all that, I'm still hungry. It's only 3 p.m. Today will be a long day.

Come and fill me.

***

Edit to the Edit: God answers prayers...not all at once and not always in ways fathomable to our own minds. But He does, you'll see it if you look for Him in the little things.

I want to have more faith.

I was gonna post some more Jimmy Eat World lyrics - but Scripture is more meaningful

2009-11-10T17:12:00.002-06:00

2 Corinthians 4:7-12
But we have this treasure in jars of clay to show that this all-surpassing power is from God and not from us. We are hard pressed on every side, but not crushed; perplexed, but not in despair; persecuted, but not abandoned; struck down, but not destroyed. We always carry around in our body the death of Jesus, so that the life of Jesus may also be revealed in our body. For we who are alive are always being given over to death for Jesus' sake, so that his life may be revealed in our mortal body. So then, death is at work in us, but life is at work in you.

Matthew 6:33
But seek ye first the kingdom of God, and his righteousness; and all these things shall be added unto you.

Prayer x infinity.

Pray for me; I am praying for you.

Nothing says loyalty like "Jimmy Eat World"

2009-11-01T01:38:00.005-05:00

"I always believed in futures
I hope for better in November
I try the same losing lucky numbers
It could be a cold night for a lifetime"

***

To reiterate from a previous musing,

Things happen; no one else to blame,
I'm the only one who can stop me from being happy.

But ultimately, only one Person can make me happy.
Sometimes happiness has no room to grow in our lives until we first prune away the idols that choke it out...and this comes with prayer and petition...patience...perseverance...and yes, sometimes, pain.

Endure pain, in the interest of happiness for yourself and those you care about?
Your Savior did.

I want to be less of a selfish hypocrite.

Toe Update

2009-10-30T11:24:00.004-05:00

Back due to unpopular demand:

The Toe Bubble has gradually progressed from red to purple to black...I wonder if I should be concerned. At least it has reduced in puffiness.

In happier matters, I made an executive decision to watch Planet Earth all day. If you can't find me...that'll be why.

2009-10-30T09:36:00.004-05:00

Currently listening to: Guster, Garden State soundtrack

Current mood: I feel cold; it's before noon; scared to death.

I want to stay inside all day, under the blankets, with the blinds shut. I don't want to confront my academic mess. Don't want to confront things I've done, people I've met. Please God - can I hideaway? Just for one day? I've been so tired.

***

Edit: Scratch what I said before...now I am just plain upset... St. Louis weather, you have GOT to be kidding with this. *buries head under pillows* My willpower is shot.

Something to contrast with the beautiful pictures of my face!

2009-10-26T20:08:00.003-05:00

Jk jk. But it's not pretty.

I don't think I like things growing where my toenail used to be.
Toenail, please come back! ='(

I'm an Idiot

2009-10-25T15:32:00.003-05:00

Notes to self:

- When you are jumpy from having just seen a scary movie, do not let cats sleep with you.
- Bring an umbrella with you...always.
- Bring a warm jacket with you...always.
- Don't step on your own toenails or you WILL lose them.
- Make sure the battery drawer is constantly stocked with AAA's.
- Be wary of pranksters. :)
- Lactose intolerant people should hold off on the yogurt...
- Do the right thing.
- 1) start engine, 2) drive. IN THAT ORDER.

Soooo freaking stupid.

1 Timoteo 1:16

2009-10-23T15:49:00.003-05:00

"Pero precisamente por eso Dios fue misericordioso conmigo, a fin de que en mí, el peor de los pecadores, pudiera Cristo Jesús mostrar su infinita bondad. Así vengo a ser ejemplo para los que, creyendo en él, recibirán la vida eterna."

But for that very reason I was shown mercy so that in me, the worst of sinners, Christ Jesus might display his unlimited patience as an example for those who would believe on him and receive eternal life.

This message brought to you by Partner-in-Crime Eric Yen

2009-10-22T05:33:00.010-05:00

¿Qué es la vida? Un frenesí.

¿Qué es la vida? Una ilusión,

una sombra, una ficción,

y el mayor bien es pequeño:

que toda la vida es sueño,

y los sueños, sueños son.

What is life? A frenzy.

What is life? An illusion,

A shadow, a fiction,

And the greatest profit is small;

For all of life is a dream,

And dreams, are nothing but dreams.

Yup, Vader on the brain.
P.S. The times that you see on the clock...yea, those are a.m.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YUQry4g-fRE&feature=related

<\3 ...but in a good way.

Life is beautiful, but it's complicated
We barely make it
We don't need to understand
There are miracles

Picture Update from Home

2009-10-18T14:05:00.006-05:00

(This might be a first!)

Friday night second dinner

After that, Bobo kept meowing and bothering me in my room. So I tried to get him to take a picture with me.

(At this point, he's probably thinking, "HALP!!1! I iz not to riveel mah seekrit eyedentitees!1!!!1!!11!one!!eleven!!!)

Sadly, he did not cooperate, and later swished his tail into my plate of rice, thus rendering the rice inedible, and his tail sticky and dotted with rice. What a bad cat.

***

Ignoring my studies for 3 whole days did a world of good.
Corn mazes are fun! And not just because I'm a corny midwest gal.
I only wish the temps would climb to the 70-80 range, or at least cling on to those last few days of sunshine. I think there is some truth to the concept of pathetic fallacy, in that during cold, rainy weather, I feel cold and rainy inside.

Psyching myself up for The Exam

2009-10-15T01:43:00.004-05:00

"Remember who you are."
--Mufasa's ghost

Lucy's attempt at artsy-fartsy

2009-10-14T00:07:00.004-05:00

Self-Portrait of the Artist as an Old Woman

Self-Portrait of the Artist as an Old Walrus

I'm guessing I don't have much of a future in photography.
And now my hands smell like shrimp.

2009-10-08T22:22:00.002-05:00

today
-pizza rolls
-chicken tenders
-'tots
-semi-sweet chocolate baking chips
-dad's homegrown wintermelons
-mom's homemade yoghurt (more comparable to Chinese "suan nai")
-tutoring...fractions X-(
-online window-shopping
-watching mom kill the Protege in the pouring rain
-Yu-Gi-Oh, the abridged series
-kitty-induced heart attack (almost...but if I were just a few years older I'm sure it would have done it)

Bobo made a mess in my room. Then he licked his nose and walked away, unperturbed.
I'm mad. (see Figure 1.1a in preceding post)
He should be mauled by a bear. (see Figure 1.1b in preceding post)

2009-10-07T22:01:00.002-05:00

2009-10-07T04:33:00.003-05:00

Challenges to face in the coming weeks:
-getting the GIG off the ground...
-exams
-getting to Spanish class on time
-patience
-lagging work ethic
-coding in SAS and R
-sleep patterns
-dehydration
-head rushes
-loss of someone close to me...not a literal loss...maybe just the loss of closeness

When it comes to math, my performance gets exponentially better under increasing pressure (good for math contests and standardized tests, as it turns out).
When it comes to everything else, I want to concede defeat and do whatever can be done easily.

help!

2009-10-05T09:39:00.002-05:00

I like that.

2009-10-01T03:44:00.002-05:00

Note to self:

Stop eating honey straight out of the jar.
If you eat like a Poohbear, you will look like a Poohbear.
He may be round and cuddly, but is much distressed when he gets stuck in a treehole.

Either start eating vegetables again or buy some multivitamins.
Otherwise you will get headrushes every day until age 30, when you will die.
You don't want that to happen, do you?

Oh and please PLEASE dig up your running shoes from within the depths of the hall closet.
Bring them to school, and RUN.
You have lost about 15 lbs. of muscle since high school.
This means that if a bear were to chase you through the woods, you would tire out in 5 minutes
And die. Being mauled by a non-Pooh bear is painful.

Get some sleep once in a while, your once-plump cheeks are beginning to grow gaunt with worry.

Drink more water. Lay off the Mountain Dew.

Life is risky enough as it is, so stop killing your poor body from the inside out.
That is all - you take care of yourself now,

Lucy

2009-09-27T21:56:00.002-05:00

Sudden craving for extra-moist brisket and raw steaks...I think it would be mad fun to be a tiger. Life would become interesting in the absence of opposable thumbs, *rawr*.

My friend says that on Skype, I could totally look like a tiger. So there.

favorite words

2009-09-23T04:35:00.002-05:00

-labyrinthine
-envelope
-apple
-distribution
-sale
-CLEARANCE

Color photos are beautiful. I could stare at them all day. B&W is good for masking facial blemishes lolz...but get boring to look at after awhile. Colors are different. I'm glad I can see in color, and photograph better in color.

-green
-lilac
-chartreuse
-mustard
-heliotrope
-peacock

It's like a drizzle of grenadine in the glass - labyrinthine wisps that envelope cubes of ice,
Or autumnal flecks of crimson and green seeping across an apple skin in elegant distribution,
Or vacuous gravitation towards a store with a SALE sign out in front followed by surprise gratification with an extensive CLEARANCE section near the back.

I love morning blogging, in spite of myself.

i likes the bobo .. and the dana

2009-09-11T04:16:00.002-05:00

poise

I'm starting to understand why cats' mouths are considered so unclean. Imagine using your tongue as a substitute for toilet paper every day.

Sad, seeing as how rubbing nosies with kittens really brightens up my day.

Anoddur Tripz

2009-09-10T18:10:00.006-05:00

I likes pitchurs. Hear iz sums:

I think it's totally valid to judge people based on how well they know their Bloos.

I can work one-a these too!

See? I had to wait until that bird in the upper left flew into the lens frame... This makes me want to buy a house with a dock out back.

The Bro being a nub.

I have some 2,000 photos, so more of that later...

Friendtrip

2009-09-02T01:41:00.004-05:00

Seriously considering a Disney Vacation Club membership...maybe when I'm old and dumpy but still chipper as a sandpiper.

The REAL reason I want finals to be over:

2009-05-03T22:58:00.001-05:00

Coming home to these guys.

Why Cats Freak Me Out

2009-05-01T07:02:00.004-05:00

No sleep + 3 of 4 lightbulbs burnt out in my room + Cabbage Patch Kids sugar delirium + 2 roving demonic eyeballs + SURPRISE KITTY POUNCE ATTACK = the loudest Lucybear bellow ever documented. It's 7 in the morning...I should get some sleep...but the prospect of evil kitten nightmares compels me to stay up. "Psy!"

This week on NATURE: Beasts of North America...

2009-05-01T02:49:00.002-05:00

The Lucybear, delighted at the newfound abundance of spring berry clusters and lilac honey, romps about in the spongy clover patches. It also exercises this onrush of glucose and metabolism by ravaging the neatly ordered branches in its den and poking mischief among the brooding bands of cats that may stray into its domain.