This place is really great to wander around in.

I shouldn't have worn flip fops(again),
but I didn't feel like wearing shoes on a warm afternoon.
The air smelled sweet and felt mellow.
It was rather nice.

I documented my adventure.

disease filled-most likely

a lonely little flower

the only one of these out there

green growth..

no sea monkeys

mr. snail who was moving quite quickly.

got a bunch of these in me..

the end.

200th post! :)

oh yes and...
"today is the tomorrow you worried about yesterday"

maybe the only thing you'll ever need is your feet and a trail.

Last night felt like Christmas.
The weather abandoned summer and went back to winter.

hopefully, these days will be back.

I love how leah's pictures always seem to tell a story.

:)

ps: I love putting on freshly dried pants, out of the dryer.
The warmness hugs my legs. hehe.
Then I crawled inside the machine and
laid there until I realized there was underwear in my face.

la bella vita.

A few days ago, someone said I look a lot like my mom.

It's weird to think that your parents were young once,too.

his vest-wearing days.
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lying there with a warm breeze,
listening to rogue wave,
thinking happy things,
watching the glittering water ripples
hazy sun rays permeating into everything.
-
nothing else compares.

I had a dandy weekend.
dandier than most weekends:

explored an empty(possibly zombie infested)campus,
found a mailbox in the middle of nowhere,
spotted a hawk up close,
found a stray dog,which ran away again,
and some other dandy things..

nearing 200th post..!

*During a solubility chem lab, grinding up sucrose*

Katie: give me the pistol and mortar
me: you mean pestle and mortar?
katie: whatever*stress the ver part*
me: yeah, you can use it to grind your own wheat
*misunderstands and says:
katie: why would you want to grow your own weed?
---
later, her lab partner says something about the thermometer.
katie: shut up. stop bitching about everything.

haha. what a nice girl.

he wouldn't let the visitors leave the Garden of Eden
So he'd run in front of cars, and refuse to budge..

piskey charm to fend off the ogres.

dear diana,
I hope reading this will make you feel better.

I rummaged through all your pictures(hehe) and saw this.

And this teddy bear who has been unfortunately skewered in the heart

Even though you are the bossiest person I know,

who sometimes reads other people's diaries(ahem..)
and forces people named john, to drive you everywhere and
hold your 20 pound bag while you watch fish..
and even though you refuse to get off my bed at 3 in the morning,
and never clean up your messes
and always ruin my clean bathroom when you come...

you're still the best sister ever .

"later that day..."
:)

They will see us waving from such great heights,
'come down now,' they'll say
...
'come down now,' but we'll stay..

This year, I didn't buy my mom a plant for mother's day
(I used to always buy her one)
This year, I didn't see anything she would have liked at the stores...

so I pasteled some pictures and put them in a frame.

I don't know what exactly this is, but I like it.

So in chemistry, Katie told me that "filthy" in Spanish was "qo-chi-na"
I put together all the spanish words I know and formed:
"No me gusta qo-chi-na an-ho-litos"
(I don't like filthy little angels)
? eh? :)

haha. look at her climb.

from a few months ago

I should learn to manage time better.

shall i compare thee to a summer's day?

call it a ritual.

I sat in a 3d Muppet theatre last night.

It was quite entertaining to watch the penguins play their musical instruments.
And watch Miss Piggy in 3d singing while an annoying little bunny ran around.
Then there was all this water and fire and cartoon-y noises and bright flashing colors with vacuum cleaners sucking the screen away.
All kind of overwhelming too.


this ride is really scary..and made me nauseous

interesting stick candy

table contents

smooth coil pot in amber celadon!
except the pot inside is too big

hobby hopping

I like these dutch ship paintings.
They seem so peaceful and tranquil.

Peter and Polly
-inspired by a true story.
Long story short, I was on the computer in my room, I turned around, and a strange little girl is standing at my door with a tropical parakeet perched on her shoulder.
I didn't know why she was in my house, or how she even got in.
So I slowly turned back to my computer and kept on typing up my project.

Ceramics Adventures:
Hiroki made a nice little donkey on a bird and placed it on my toadstool house bank.
Everything looks so unsanitary!

This is how we spend our time.
We sure know how to make mr. bryant cranky.

me: I'm pressing flowers
my sister: you have a new hobby like..
me: every other day? yes i know.

raspberry sorbet pop

not disastrous brownie cake!