HEY WOW

Who's ready for a

BLOOOOG UPDAAAAAAAATE!!!!








I'm not, I don't have anything to say. Maybe next year. It's fast approaching. This keyboard is sticky and not working well, hmmph.

By the way, I seriously don't get Significant Figures. Seriously. I need help here.

about the bee

Recently, I encountered a bee

The bee was flying over my head and I was frightened, and then it landed somewhere near the piano

Little to no harm has been done to both the piano and myself

I'll post updates here

got

socks!

andrewsian

okay, i'm just going to get this out of the way, since it's the last day i can actually do it.

i am sixteen going on seventeen, i knooow that i'm naiiiive
fellows i meet may tell me i'm sweet and willingly i belieeeeve
i am sixteen going on seventeen, innocent as a rose
bachelor dandies drinkers of brandies, what do i know of those?
totally unprepared am i, to face a world of men
timid and shy and scared am i, of things beyond my ken
i need someone older and wiser telling me what to dooo
you are seventeen going on eighteen
iHIIiii'll, depeeHEEEnd, on yooooou

YAY THE END! YIPPEE.

god i hate that song.

Oh The Wonders That Await All Yall

Hey! I'm not sure what this blog post is going to be about!

Isn't this exciting? Me and you, the readers of my blog, both in the same boat! Filled with the same curiosities! The same insecurities! The same barely contained excitement!

Right yeah me neither. Well, it's about midnight on a wasted day, and I feel like I ought to update my blog. I get that feeling sometimes. About once every three months, I guess, is what you could probably deduce, scientifically, from my posting dates.

So!

I stalked my Lit teacher some tonight, because that's the kind of creepazoid I am, and I found out he's in a band. Trypsin. Listening to your Lit teacher sing is a very, very... adjective experience.

Oh! Here's a thing. I bought this amazing comic book called Scud, and I just finished it today. Dear god it's amazing. I came to this realization at the point when a robot in a mecha suit and his cyborg-mafiosi companions (also in mecho suits) joined to fend off an army of zombie dinosaurs led by voodoo-master Benjamin Franklin with a magical samurai sword of justice. Okay, if you found that sentence awesome, and you haven't financially supported Scud yet, what is wrong with you and why come don't you cry from guilt at night? Oughtn't you to? Here is a taste:



Today I went out for a walk in the rain and I was listening to my iPod and three consecutive songs about rain came on!!!!!!

Um. And then!

And... then...

Um. Here's a plushie that I made.


"my bub, my bubba concession strand"

This blog post. THIS BLOG POST. This blah this blah this blahg peaust. It's Sunday now, and has been for about half an hour.

There are lots of pictures in this post, even though I haven't visited any waterfalls or foreign lands. I think this spices it up. So, um. That people read it.

Here is some pocket lint:



And - oh man you guys - here is a picture, of my blog.

so i'm heading out to grandma's to celebrate my last few moments of freedom before the shackles of education return to my wrists. i went camera happy at camp today, so i might as well post some pictures. mostly for my own benefit. i'm going to be randomly drawing a few of these structures for art class, and it'll be nice to have them hosted online. win win.

it is rather hard, by the way, going camera happy when your camera only has room for 12 pictures.

oh well. glen echo's really pretty. i like having pictures of it. <3


Candy Corner's where our art camp is located. yes, we fit 14 kids + 2 teens + 2 adults in this tiny room, and the worst part is there isn't even any candy.

Underneath the carousel. I thought the colors here were really nice, even if the camera doesn't do them justice (and makes the sky white). The green door leads to that infernal machine that keeps on playing carousel music hour. after hour. after hour.

Brick detail. This is the bathroom, by the way. I think it's pretty because I'm sleepy. Have you ever seen a prettier bathroom?

Come to think of it I actually have, thanks to the internet. Thanks, internet.

moar carousel (it isn't open right now, as you can see from the closed-ness)


that's the old building! we held art camp in their every year since i started going at age 7 or so until this year, when some stupid men decided it was full of termites and the roof was about to crash onto our little kiddies' heads. so they're going to "fix" it now, and we have been forced into the candy corner. :( in the olden days, it was the medical center next to the pool.

window detail. that's all tape from hanging up crappy paintings where the sky's a blue line and people with eyes up in their hair prance about on chemical-green fields.

USE VLC MEDIA PLAYER ಠ_ಠ
(i like the shadows and colors and stuff and shit.)

A bee on a freaking flower. I AM A PHOTOGRAPH GENIUS.

outside of the crystal pool. okay, i should rotate it. but fuck if i'm lucid enough to figure THAT html code out. just turn your damn heads, people. GOD.

aaaand inside the crystal pool, as seen from above. the old art building's to the left, with one of its doors just hanging up there above the viney wall. it's pretty easy to sneak into the crystal pool, but once you're in it is sadly underwhelming with few to no secret gates or hidden keys or flamboyant robins.

end of friday's grueling day. we hose the kids down before we package them and ship them back to their parents. cathy's on the right. big terry pratchett fan. she's awesome. oh sorry, that was redundant, saying she was a fan and also awesome! haha silly me.

okay i found this on the camera for some reason. it appears to be of my conformati- er, i mean confirmation into the catholic church way back when. I AM POSTING IT AS A SUPER EXTRA BONUS, like a carmen sandiego game cd inside a cereal box. god that game was fun.


that's like, the bishon, or the deac-something...
but it was worth it for the SECOND MIDDLE NAME, am I right people? who else here has one of those? i thought so.

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