Thursday, March 30, 2006
Oh, and Tessa wins the photo guessing contest. It's the bottom of a dasani bottle, through the top.
Tuesday, March 28, 2006
Sunday, March 26, 2006
This has been my favourite subject thus far. It's the rearview mirror of an old truck that parks down my street. I love the colour contrast, and the texture of the rust up near the top. It reminds me that sometimes things are prettier when you look more closely.
Thursday, March 23, 2006
Saturday I had formal, which was good times, and everyone looked very pretty. Also, I have gorgeous earrings, which I always find exciting. And I was voted most likely to succeed! Always a nice feeling.
Yesterday Peter Mansbridge of CBC came and gave a talk, which was fun. It was a good speech, not too preachy, or congratulatory. I found the number of Mansbridge-worshippers a little surprising. Seriously, some people were crazy about him. I had no idea.
Finally, I went to Roosters, a country-themed br, last night. It was fun, and I'll never turn down 5 cent chicken wings, but topless mechanical bull-riding? So, so unattractive. Listen, girls (none of my girls, thank god): there are many, many other things you could be doing needlessly topless, if you must, that would look far, far better. Yeesh.
Thursday, March 16, 2006
After lunch, I had class for an hour and a half (that was my break).
Then, the aforementioned researcher gave a talk titled Illusions of Memory, which had the most heated question period I've ever experienced in a psychology talk, and then, finally, a reception with (tasty) canapes and mingling. And I know that it doesn't sound like that much when you read it here, but activity headache, people. It was big. And I need sleep. Adieu!
Tuesday, March 14, 2006
Thursday, March 02, 2006
Yep, after over a month of strange colours and varying pain, it has officially started un-sealing itself from my toe, the sight of which is both fascinating (to people like me) and extremely unsettling. I do find it fascinating, because the...shedding? of the nail is completely painless, and yet my nail is falling off. So as I sit here, watching a repeat of Queer Eye (John K., cutest little old man ever) I take little breaks to look at my toe.
The one negative is that this means I won't have a toenail for my last formal, so...closed toe shoes it is! Heh, it's an annoyance, but a small one, and at least my "Sekke! I'm not going to have a toenail for formal!" was good for a laugh.
And no disparagig remarks about me looking at my toenail. You're just jealous you can't see it.