Well, for the millionth time, I'm trying to get re-invested in LJ. I've read all your April entries (all five days of them!) and am going to keep trying. LJ4EVA!

Also, along with about 200,000+ people, I am watching April the Giraffe not give birth (out of the corner of my eye while I work). It's strangely soothing to watch a giraffe, they just seem so chill. I do hope she gets to go outside more often once this baby is finally born (unless she's trolling us all, and there is no baby, which seems possible at this point.) I also keep an eye on the DC Eaglets, which is also soothing. Usually. Pro-tip: Don't put this stream's sound on, then minimize the window, forget it's on, and jump a foot when the eagle shouts at passing blue jays. Fuckers are LOUD.

More Face Off Catching Up! )
Happy Earth Day, everyone!

In celebration, please enjoy this photoshoot I did with Venus a few weeks ago.

Take this as a preview of my next MH review. )

Answer to last Tuesday's song: Don't Come Around Here No More, by Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers. No one guessed this, but I chose it because the post was about Once Upon A Time in Wonderland, and this is the video for that song:

I saw that on Vh1 once when I was a kid. SCARRED FOR LIFE. I used to have nightmares about turning into a cake and being eaten.
You know, some people drive along and blast rock and roll or punk rock as loud as they can, and head-bang to it.

I drive along blasting "Henry Ford" from Ragtime, and dance/act it out.

Also, the baby finches have left the nest. *tear*

And, I had day one of my orientation today (which is supremely ironic cause I started work two weeks ago) and there's lots I want to say about it. But I think I'll wait till after I get through day two tomorrow.

Some of the birdies in the nest outside have hatched! And they are hideous! (But what do you expect? They'll be cuter when they grow some more feathers.)

I can't remember if I posted this in here already... These birds (that I think are finches) built a nest in my mom's wreath by our front porch and laid five eggs in it. It's low enough that if I stand on one of our porch chairs I can see in the nest, and so I've been documenting the bird events as they unfold. The mom-bird was laying one egg a day, and now they're hatching!!!

It's a terrible place for a nest though, cause that wreath's been known to blow down. (Thankfully it hasn't since they've been in it, but still.) Also, it's right next to our garage door, so every time anyone goes in the garage the mom-bird takes off from her nest at 90mph and gives the person a heart attack. (Which is really an odd survival strategy if you think about it. Fly away and let the big thing/predator have your babies? Nice parenting.)

Anywho, that's that. I think I'll keep updating with their progess. For Biology's sake. Cause I'm like that. Oh, and there're pictures of the nest and one of the eggs up on Facebook too, in my album Nature. I'll have to see if I can get a picture of the ugly babies. :)

P.S. My Inuyasha thought for the night: If Sango's backstory isn't the most heartbreaking thing ever, then I don't know what is.

That's why I don't go outside anymore.

Yes there are bugs and dirt and things that make me itch, spiders and places to get your feet stuck, but those are just excuses.

I don't go outside because my fairyland was cut down.

It doesnt't matter that my castle was over-run by weeds, or that a thorn bush has sprung from My Rock, for that is the way of things.

But my sacred place was chopped down and burned, tiny animals laid to rest disturbed, and thistles appeared where they do not belong, because there were no more trees to keep them out. Because of Man.

When the Guardian of the Trees and Protector of the Rocks relizes that she can't do her job because she doesn't own them and property lines are more important than nature, that is to say when she grows up, then the kingdom that once brought her unparalleled happiness brings only sorrow.

And rather than have to face that, she hides in the house. Whenever outside, she's tempted to go and explore the ruins of her childhood, the death site of her innocence, and every time she does there are tears and a little piece of her soul dies.

It's easier then to avoid all the outside, to stay in with technology and pretend that there's a concrete and not a spiritual reason for it. Easier than feeling the hate and the sadness, the lost joy and promise.

There's only a small, glimmering, shard of hope, all that's left after the Pandora next door opened the box, that someday there will be a new little girl and a new kingdom, somewhere where the property lines extend farther than those of imagination, and the Protector can be again.
Ok kids, I think we need a weekend recap.

Went to see The Lake House with Janeea, Sarah, Hannah, Liz, Jackie, and Erin. LOVED it. Sarah and I tried really hard to break each others' hands because we didn't know how it was going to end and OMG it was great. I laughed, I cried, I chewed my knuckles (which is the mark of truly good movie) and I still like Keanu Reeves.

Went to Renee's party. Tripped over her stairs and broke my shoe and scraped the shit out of my knee, all in one fell swoop. (Honestly, I shouldn't be allowed to walk.)

Ate. A lot. God her mom makes good food. Renee, I love you, and your mother, and all the food in your house. In that order.

Played with adorable dogs and sat and chilled with awesome people like Anna and Aaron and Vanessa and others. Met a girl named Cassie, and one named Nicole, who played Little Red Riding Hood in Into the Woods.

And then I ate some more.

Hope Renee liked her presents!


Ok. I didn't want to go camping. I don't camp. I'm not terribly fond of canoes, it was dark, I hate bugs, I was told I was going to get eaten by a bear or attacked by a weirdo, and peeing in the woods...Yeah.

Well, I think my friends (or at the very least, Janeea) have figured out that if you reassure me enough I will do a lot of the things that I don't do. And I would like to deeply and sincerely thank Janeea, because CAMPING WAS AWESOME.

Seven teenaged girls canoed out to a campsite, in the mostly dark, with a shit load of stuff, set up a tent, built a fire, cooked hot dogs and s'mores and whatever else we wanted, spent the night, did not get eaten by a bear or attacked by anything, peed in the woods, (I) did not get bit by ANYTHING, and then cleaned it all up and canoed back. (And we didn't tip the canoe either, no matter how much I was panicking about it.)

So there.

We are women, hear us kick ass.

I also caught a tadpole in a water bottle, and named him Ted. Ted the Tadpole. He's bi-lingual and has little legs and a little mouth and little eyes and someday he's going to turn into Fred the Frog.

Chittenden Dam is GORGEOUS in the morning. (There are big fucking rocks and sun and sky and water and mountains and GAH.) Really and truly gorgeous. I felt like Peter Pan. Don't ask why, but I felt so much like him that I crowed.

It was great.

Made it back from camping in one piece, hung with Renee for a little while, watched A Knight's Tale and then took a nap. Heh.

Ok. For some reason, my parents went out and bought a net and a volleyball and a badminton set. So if anyone wants to play... (Why? Why do they buy these things? The telescope that we've never used, the piano that no one in my house can play...Why?)

And last but not least, I finally saw Tristan and Isolde. It was ok. I mean, it wasn't bad, but it was pretty predictable and all I really cared about was that he was very very very pretty. (But since I am a total sap, I believed the whole "love conquers all and is stronger than death" bit. So I liked it, is my point)

And that's the end of this long ass entry.



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