019 + blowing out my wishes, blowing out my dreams.
Meet Lola, or Lo for short:
She is my wonderful new goldfish. Albeit with slightly suicidal moments (a la Amelie, trying to jump out of the water every once in a while), she is an absolute sweetheart. I talk to her more than I talk to people. And she listens better than everyone else, too. Lo don't judge!
I was also in a short film today,
My aunt's friend Teresa likes making strange short movies for her website (CFClear.com), and I played a dancing pixie/angel/fairy. Don't ask what the plot was, because I'm still not entirely sure. All I know is I got to wear angel wings and dance and jump and twirl around like crazy, and that's enough for me!
And she also had so many kittens I was in CUTENESS OVERLOAD HEAVEN!:
So, so many kittens! I just couldn't stop taking pictures, they made me melt into puddles every two seconds.
She also had a silly, slinky, sleepy puppy:
A very photogenic turtle:
And a very timid mousey-friend:
She also had a neat wall piece:
And a cool lamp:
And a doll that you could make walk, but she looks awfully tweaked-out when she does. Thus, her name: Sarah Palsy.
But before that, I stopped by a Goodwill store and found some funny home-made shirts:
I also learned today that I am very vain and have many faces,
like in this one where I feign surprise just for the sake of making my eyes look pretty:
I don't know why my belt isn't buckled.
This is my "You're a piece of shit!" face.
And although similar, this is my "Is that so?" face?
This often confuses people and they mistake one for the other. I apologize.
"Ew, you smell AND you're listening to Hawthorne Heights. Gross."
This is how I will hit on you. If you get these
eyes and the weird fix-my-hair movement, you're hot.
And this is ... I don't know what the hell this is. Sorry.
And finally --
TOMORROW!!!!!
Tim Kasher, my dear, dear sweet sad hero, Master of Heartwrenchingly
Beautifully Artful Self-Deprecation, the man who served as my muse for
an awfully long time, it's been far too long, my friend. The two-year
non-Tim streak will end tomorrow night, and show #8 will be glorious.
(Sorry about this being so image-heavy! I had fun with it.
And I also found that tonight is just the night for bolding words.)
She is my wonderful new goldfish. Albeit with slightly suicidal moments (a la Amelie, trying to jump out of the water every once in a while), she is an absolute sweetheart. I talk to her more than I talk to people. And she listens better than everyone else, too. Lo don't judge!
I was also in a short film today,
My aunt's friend Teresa likes making strange short movies for her website (CFClear.com), and I played a dancing pixie/angel/fairy. Don't ask what the plot was, because I'm still not entirely sure. All I know is I got to wear angel wings and dance and jump and twirl around like crazy, and that's enough for me!
And she also had so many kittens I was in CUTENESS OVERLOAD HEAVEN!:
So, so many kittens! I just couldn't stop taking pictures, they made me melt into puddles every two seconds.
She also had a silly, slinky, sleepy puppy:
A very photogenic turtle:
And a very timid mousey-friend:
She also had a neat wall piece:
And a cool lamp:
And a doll that you could make walk, but she looks awfully tweaked-out when she does. Thus, her name: Sarah Palsy.
But before that, I stopped by a Goodwill store and found some funny home-made shirts:
I also learned today that I am very vain and have many faces,
like in this one where I feign surprise just for the sake of making my eyes look pretty:
I don't know why my belt isn't buckled.
This is my "You're a piece of shit!" face.
And although similar, this is my "Is that so?" face?
This often confuses people and they mistake one for the other. I apologize.
"Ew, you smell AND you're listening to Hawthorne Heights. Gross."
This is how I will hit on you. If you get these
eyes and the weird fix-my-hair movement, you're hot.
And this is ... I don't know what the hell this is. Sorry.
And finally --
TOMORROW!!!!!
Tim Kasher, my dear, dear sweet sad hero, Master of Heartwrenchingly
Beautifully Artful Self-Deprecation, the man who served as my muse for
an awfully long time, it's been far too long, my friend. The two-year
non-Tim streak will end tomorrow night, and show #8 will be glorious.
(Sorry about this being so image-heavy! I had fun with it.
And I also found that tonight is just the night for bolding words.)