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So I haven't updated in a while so here's a long one just for those who actually care.
Numero uno good thing to happen: I got me a car! It's a 93 Toyota Corolla Wagon and for being 12 years old, it's in pretty good condition. Got it from a 90 year old woman, MAN do the elderly take care of their cars.
I have named her Sheila and she is my Duck Mobile. WOOP
Lately all I've really been doing is working and hanging out with people when I can. The sun really makes you tired just sitting in it, I tell you. I'm getting a sweet tan tho, hooray for skin cancer! It is quite rewarding to see kids who formely couldn't float make progress in two weeks. I got a lot of drawings from my kids and I always love that part.
My birthday is Friday so that's pretty neat, minus the fact that lots of people are leaving for vacay and whatnot so only those who truly love me will be hear to shower me with love and alms.
For the first time in a while I actually had a cool idea for a photoshop picture, so I made it and it turned out really well. I took pictures of my hands and arm and fabricated the picture below, a tree of life if you will.
And now a story, by me, since apparently "story sites" are in style, or just really weird.
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There once was a small man (a wee man to be exact) who lived in a tree. Trees are normally an odd sort of place to live in, but what can you do besides go with it? Many people pointed at the wee man, Orville, because of his tree habitat.
"You're not a squirrell you silly man!"
But Orville wanted to be a squirrell badly and persisted with his habits of running out in traffic, nibbling at nuts whilst looking around anxiously, and freezing into a stiff pose when something came too close, and then sprinting off up a branch. He was a small man after all, and could fit up a tree easier than a normal man could. He had made a lovely nest of branches and twigs and felt at home with his squirrell community. He never took off his furry squirrell suit no matter how hot it was outside, for it would be contrary to his lifestyle.
One day, Orville was scampering across the road for no particular reason, it's just what squirrells do. A small woman (a wee woman to be exact) drove along in her mini cooper (red with stripes) and upon approaching Orville screamed at the top of her lungs, twitched, and stomped the brake with all her wee little might. Orville, who had frozen in the middle of the road after seeing the car, had been hit by the small car! He lie there motionless. The wee woman, Melva, scurried out of her car and ran to Orville.
"Holy banana peels!" she cried. "Whatever have I done?! I've run over this poor...man...squirrell.."
She bent over in attempt to see if Orville might be alive, when he awoke from unconciousness and screamed with all his might. Melva, now scared, screamed too. After a few minutes of this screaming and another few moments afterward of awkward silence, they both regained composure and stood up, adjusted their outfits.
"Why...are you wearing that squirrell outfit?" Melva asked tentitvely.
"I am a wee man...and I don't fit in in this big world, so I live as a squirrell, where I am free." Orville was slightly shocked at himself. He hadn't actually spoken words aloud in many years, except squirrell chatter of course.
After talking for a while and getting to know each other, Melva and Orville became close friends, and eventually falling in love, Orville convinced Melva that living as a squirrell was a better life than that of a wee man, or woman, and they eventually got married and made an even larger nest in Orville's tree, and lived happily ever after.
The End.
(this was all made up on the spot by me. Thank you.)
Numero uno good thing to happen: I got me a car! It's a 93 Toyota Corolla Wagon and for being 12 years old, it's in pretty good condition. Got it from a 90 year old woman, MAN do the elderly take care of their cars.
I have named her Sheila and she is my Duck Mobile. WOOP
Lately all I've really been doing is working and hanging out with people when I can. The sun really makes you tired just sitting in it, I tell you. I'm getting a sweet tan tho, hooray for skin cancer! It is quite rewarding to see kids who formely couldn't float make progress in two weeks. I got a lot of drawings from my kids and I always love that part.
My birthday is Friday so that's pretty neat, minus the fact that lots of people are leaving for vacay and whatnot so only those who truly love me will be hear to shower me with love and alms.
For the first time in a while I actually had a cool idea for a photoshop picture, so I made it and it turned out really well. I took pictures of my hands and arm and fabricated the picture below, a tree of life if you will.
And now a story, by me, since apparently "story sites" are in style, or just really weird.
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There once was a small man (a wee man to be exact) who lived in a tree. Trees are normally an odd sort of place to live in, but what can you do besides go with it? Many people pointed at the wee man, Orville, because of his tree habitat.
"You're not a squirrell you silly man!"
But Orville wanted to be a squirrell badly and persisted with his habits of running out in traffic, nibbling at nuts whilst looking around anxiously, and freezing into a stiff pose when something came too close, and then sprinting off up a branch. He was a small man after all, and could fit up a tree easier than a normal man could. He had made a lovely nest of branches and twigs and felt at home with his squirrell community. He never took off his furry squirrell suit no matter how hot it was outside, for it would be contrary to his lifestyle.
One day, Orville was scampering across the road for no particular reason, it's just what squirrells do. A small woman (a wee woman to be exact) drove along in her mini cooper (red with stripes) and upon approaching Orville screamed at the top of her lungs, twitched, and stomped the brake with all her wee little might. Orville, who had frozen in the middle of the road after seeing the car, had been hit by the small car! He lie there motionless. The wee woman, Melva, scurried out of her car and ran to Orville.
"Holy banana peels!" she cried. "Whatever have I done?! I've run over this poor...man...squirrell.."
She bent over in attempt to see if Orville might be alive, when he awoke from unconciousness and screamed with all his might. Melva, now scared, screamed too. After a few minutes of this screaming and another few moments afterward of awkward silence, they both regained composure and stood up, adjusted their outfits.
"Why...are you wearing that squirrell outfit?" Melva asked tentitvely.
"I am a wee man...and I don't fit in in this big world, so I live as a squirrell, where I am free." Orville was slightly shocked at himself. He hadn't actually spoken words aloud in many years, except squirrell chatter of course.
After talking for a while and getting to know each other, Melva and Orville became close friends, and eventually falling in love, Orville convinced Melva that living as a squirrell was a better life than that of a wee man, or woman, and they eventually got married and made an even larger nest in Orville's tree, and lived happily ever after.
The End.
(this was all made up on the spot by me. Thank you.)