Fishy Business

Ahaha! I started writing this awhile ago, but never finished. I just read it today and thought it was funny, though incomplete so I'm posting it.

Annnnnnnnnnd... POSTED.

There are so many things I could have written since I last wrote here. Funny things. But I didn't have time and now it's too late. Maybe not, we'll see.

Today I decided to clean my fish tank. It's always risky business. If you're not careful, someone can lose an eye. Someone almost did lose an eye. But that's a story for another day. My dear Buffalo Soldier (for you who don't know- he's my fish) has mellowed out in his old age. Perhaps the death of Low Rider made him realize that life is too short to be anxious about things. He even seems to have accepted the various ailments that plague him.

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No Trespassing

Is it just me or when you see a "No Trespassing" sign do you, too have a nearly overwhelming desire to trespass? What is it that makes it so tempting? Is it because we live in an imperfect world where we have sinful tendencies and the thought of doing something we shouldn't provides a strange sense of pleasure? Perhaps it's an uncanny form of subliminal messaging. Or is it maybe because humans are just naturally curious?

Ya know what I think? I think it goes a little something like this: First off, there are a group of people that I'll call "they." They walk around the towns They inhabit searching for the most beautiful landscapes. After finding an exceptionally beautiful spot, They pull out their pads and pens and jot down what They individually found most appealing. When the scenery searching is complete, They congregate around a large chalk board and make a chart, there recording each location and how many found it "exceptionally beautiful" on a scale of 1-10. A list is printed out of the 100 highest ranking locations. "No Trespassing" signs are handed out to previously formed groups and They are sent on Their way to post them in these highest ranking areas. They slyly post these forbidding signs on the most unattractive objects that just happen to overlook the favored area. They do this in expectation of the day when unsuspecting do-gooders (like me) stumble upon such an adventure-inspiring landscape only to come face-to-face with a "No Trespassing" sign that translates simply to "Utter Rejection." It's all just a ploy.

**Dusts hands off** And so kids, that's how it happens.

MOVING ON...

What's so bad about trespassing anyhow? Even claiming to have gone trespassing sounds alluring. "Hey, what'd you do today?" "Oh, I went trespassing. It was really awesome." "Wow, sounds hardcore."
It also sounds like a form of peer pressure: "So are you gonna come trespassing with us today?" "No, I can't." "Why? Everyone's doing it."

TRESPASSING
If you're not in, you're out.

(Pretty clever, eh? I thought of it myself.)

All right, all right. I understand why trespassing is wrong, but I enjoyed ranting and raving despite that small detail.

So. You're wondering what else I have to rant and rave about, aren't you? I just know you are. To answer your unspoken question, nothing because I forgot a primary part of my material for the next sequence. Perhaps I will remember tomorrow. Perhaps I will write tomorrow. Perhaps I will write about what I remembered tomorrow.

Perhaps.
Perhaps.
Perhaps.

And if not...

Until a later tomorrow...
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The Evidence

Proof that I act my silliest when I'm with people I'm most comfortable with:
Proof that I'm incapable of recording a video successfully:
Proof that I sometimes can't stop laughing:
Proof that alpaca are completely absurd:
Proof that....

Just watch the video.

You might not think it's funny, but I did!

(There are some pictures, too! They're not very good, but I wanted to share them anyway. They're just norrrmal.)

(Josh said this one looked like it's ready for Mardi Gras- check out the tassels!)

Until a later tomorrow...

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Dear Life...

You stink.

I am still dealing with the repercussions of Mondays lively events. That day had such potential, but any and all expectations came crashing down when I went on my computer only to discover that most of my albums had completely disappeared. GOOD TIMES. Really, they're just... gone. It wasn't/ isn't a lot of fun to deal with. I'm still trying to find a program that will restore lost files. So far, I mostly get pictures that were viewed on web pages. Yeah... bummer. I just realized that no one really cares and I don't even really care to share sooooo I'm just gonna stop. Best idea of the day... besides when I told Heather to stop talking... Ha! :P Jayyykayyy!

Bleh. Tomorrow better be good! I have faith. Strong faith.

Oh. So goats have rectangular pupils, along with llamas, sheep, alpaca, and octopus. I saw an alpaca with blue eyes on Wednesday. It was very strange.

It looked nothing like that. Those aren't even real.

But it did look like this:



WEIRD.

Oh, and there is a possibility that each of your eyes sees different shades of color. Mine do.

Ok, I'm done.

Until a later tomorrow,

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Snapping Shots and Sniffing Smells on a Sunny Saturday :D

Yesterday was a great day. An excellent day, in fact. My pal Blue and I went for a walk. I packed a little bag of essentials AKA water and my camera- it made for an amazing time. Anywho, I'm not in the mood to be witty; I just want to share some of my day.

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Twas a pleasant March 6, 2010 day. The sun was shining, there was a slight breeze, and budding flowers peaked their noses through the thawing earth. Ok, I'll stop. Well, it was like that, but I'll stop speaking that way. It was a really beautiful day. I always get so excited for those sunny days after the long months of winter. I also wanted to do some form of exercise and didn't feel like going on the treadmill. That walk was virtually screaming 'take me!' So do you know what I did? I took it. Sometimes you just have to take advantage of things and boy did I take advantage. It was a rather exhilarating (and sometimes life-threatening) experience. Every moment was worth it. (In case you didn't realize, I live life on the edge.)

My first EXTRAORDINARY experience happened to be with some cows. Randall cows, in fact. This rare breed originates in Vermont- I knew you were dying to know. They're very interesting looking (see pictures below). Anyhow, I traversed some hills and fought through thorn bushes until I finally made it to my destination. Meanwhile, Blue was leashed to a branch so he wouldn't brawl with the cows. He's very dangerous with his half jaw. You gotta watch out.

I say the dumbest things.

COMMENCING...

So as I walked over to the cows, one with horns came over. Only later on did it register that a cow with horns is a bull. You can review the experience below (please ignore my stupidity):

It was all fun and games until he started following me... then surpassed me to observe my dog. That's when I got sort of nervous and pretty much ran through the thorns to get to Blue. Call me Charley Skedaddle... Anyone? Anyone?? Sigh.

After that little escapade, we trekked on alternately searching for animal scents and photo worthy views. I'd say we received good results. Would you like to see? Of course you would. Here!

Later on I took some wildly attractive pictures that I might as well share, too:

Finally, we opted for taking pictures of our feet because everything else was really ugly.


So that was my Saturday! How was yours?

(Don't tell me, I actually don't care.)

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JAYKAYYYY!!!

Until a later tomorrow...

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"Let It Out Sassy Pants"

I hate today. Today is a bad day. I peed on myself, my hairline has begun rapidly receding, and all of the organs inside of my stomach exploded.

In a world where my life is as bad as I'm making it out to be, that happened. But. I don't live in that world. In actuality, I spilled water on the front of my skirt, my hairline will hopefully hold off receding for 2 more years, and as far as I know, all of my major organs are still intact. I still hate life today.

And maybe even tomorrow.


Saturday was a really good day.

Too bad today isn't Saturday.

By the way, exaggeration really isn't as overrated as you might think.

Ugh. I've had enough of you. Have a picture and be gone!

 

Good riddance fools.

Until a later, worse tomorrow...

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