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so yesterday was pretty fun. brian and i went to the museum of science, where i haven't been since i was about twelve. he has a friend from work that also works there and got us in for free, got our parking ticket validated so we wouldn't have to pay for that either, and she also let us see her dissect a sheep's heart and lung. yeah, we got hooked up. i was a bit queezy for the dissection part. you should of saw me in high school dissecting a cat in anatomy class. luckily it was in groups of three and my partners were all for it. we named the cat princess ursula (the ursula was my doing, i figure it needed a creepy name because this black cat with wet, matted fur was definitely creepy... but they wanted a pretty name, and princess ursula was born!)
after the museum though we walked into boston and had lunch at a cute pub. he really wanted a beer. but it was nice to sit outside, eat our meals, and chat. we then had to rush back to my side of town because i was viewing an apartment for september. let's just say the place was nothing really worth talking about. the only cool thing was that i had my own bathroom with a claw foot tub. i don't really like taking baths, i'd like to think maybe i would start, but if that place was mine i would fill it with pillows and read in it. on the walk back to my apartment we did run into the big, orange kitty that lives a few houses down from me. yay kitties!
on a more random note, i've been thinking of getting a tattoo lately. i'm not sure how that would actually go considering that it took over a half an hour to let them pierce my nose and i freak out every time i have to get my blood drawn. maybe if i really want it i'll let them stick me a million times? yeah, probably not. but i know what i want! i love trees and branches and everything they represent (life, growth, blah blah). in the book "the house on mango street" by sandra cisneros there is a chapter that could better explain to you why i love trees. here you go:
"They are the only ones who understand me. I am the only one who understands them. Four skinny trees with skinny necks and pointy elbows like mine. Four who do not belong here but are here. Four raggedy excuses planted by the city. From our room we can hear them, but Nenny just sleeps and doesn't appreciate these things.
Their strength is secret. They send ferocious roots beneath the ground. They grow up and they grow down and grab the earth between their hairy toes and bite the sky with violent teeth and never quit their anger. This is how they keep.
Let one forget his reason for being, they'd all droop like tulips in a glass, each with their arms around the other. Keep, keep, kepp, trees say when I sleep. They teach.
When I am too sad and too skinny to keep keeping, when I am a tiny thing against so many bricks, then it is I look at trees. When there is nothing left to look at on this street. Four who grew to despise concrete. Four who reach and do not forget to reach. Four whose only reason is to be and be."
and the title of the chapter is "four skinny trees" so i was thinking of getting, wait for it... four skinny trees on my forearm. cute, huh? there is also an image of a tree i found online about five years ago that i've always hung on to as an idea for a tattoo.
the only problem is i don't think they would be able to recreate the leaves getting smaller. i have a feeling they would just bleed together and i'd be stuck with an ink blot tattoo. nothing like a little rorschach test on your arm, right?
after the museum though we walked into boston and had lunch at a cute pub. he really wanted a beer. but it was nice to sit outside, eat our meals, and chat. we then had to rush back to my side of town because i was viewing an apartment for september. let's just say the place was nothing really worth talking about. the only cool thing was that i had my own bathroom with a claw foot tub. i don't really like taking baths, i'd like to think maybe i would start, but if that place was mine i would fill it with pillows and read in it. on the walk back to my apartment we did run into the big, orange kitty that lives a few houses down from me. yay kitties!
on a more random note, i've been thinking of getting a tattoo lately. i'm not sure how that would actually go considering that it took over a half an hour to let them pierce my nose and i freak out every time i have to get my blood drawn. maybe if i really want it i'll let them stick me a million times? yeah, probably not. but i know what i want! i love trees and branches and everything they represent (life, growth, blah blah). in the book "the house on mango street" by sandra cisneros there is a chapter that could better explain to you why i love trees. here you go:
"They are the only ones who understand me. I am the only one who understands them. Four skinny trees with skinny necks and pointy elbows like mine. Four who do not belong here but are here. Four raggedy excuses planted by the city. From our room we can hear them, but Nenny just sleeps and doesn't appreciate these things.
Their strength is secret. They send ferocious roots beneath the ground. They grow up and they grow down and grab the earth between their hairy toes and bite the sky with violent teeth and never quit their anger. This is how they keep.
Let one forget his reason for being, they'd all droop like tulips in a glass, each with their arms around the other. Keep, keep, kepp, trees say when I sleep. They teach.
When I am too sad and too skinny to keep keeping, when I am a tiny thing against so many bricks, then it is I look at trees. When there is nothing left to look at on this street. Four who grew to despise concrete. Four who reach and do not forget to reach. Four whose only reason is to be and be."
and the title of the chapter is "four skinny trees" so i was thinking of getting, wait for it... four skinny trees on my forearm. cute, huh? there is also an image of a tree i found online about five years ago that i've always hung on to as an idea for a tattoo.
the only problem is i don't think they would be able to recreate the leaves getting smaller. i have a feeling they would just bleed together and i'd be stuck with an ink blot tattoo. nothing like a little rorschach test on your arm, right?