Remembrancer

(This is the most common picture to pop up after typing 'incompatable' into Google image search)


Blogs are still the strangest little inventions in the last century ('glass house' isn't the right word, but it's the first one that comes to mind) But they're also dead useful, especially when you want to check up on people who you simultaneously want to avoid. For example, i ocassionally get lonesome, with lingering and totally irrational regret for my small collection of X's. Wasn't it better to have some company, some companionship, without expecting anything else? But then, when I look them up, they're writing about:

Onesies

Independant Film Roles

Slam Poetry

That Girl They Dated (for 6 weeks in the 90's) With Whom No One Could Ever Compare

Stopping to Check Out Furniture on the Street

How they are Lazy, Unemployed, but Fantastic, thankyouverymuch

and

Perspective



...and it turns out that not only am i glad to be in a different life-place, but if i really loved them, these quirks and flaws wouldn't bother me so much.







or maybe I just like knowing that statistically, I have higher earning potential, less debt, and a much better chance to have children. Whatevs.

growing up grouchy

Me: There worst part is, now I'm all angry. I hate those people. They F'ed up my grades. It's very hard to keep from screaming at them. I'm trying to mantain maturity.

Mom: Oh, hon, that is maturity. I think the same things about people I have to deal with.

Me: So you're not calmer or nicer...?

Mom: Nope. I've just learned to fake it better.

Me: Huh. Well...that's refreshing. I guess.

Zoo!!!

Since my school has royally F---ed my transcript and possibly delayed my graduation for 3 months, I've been prowling around the apartment, crying with frustration and angrier than I've been for at least 2 years. I can't talk with anyone about this until at least Monday...so I opted to take my camera for a spin at the Lincoln Park Zoo. It was chilly getting there, but warm in the buildings, and barely a child in sight. You finally did something right, winter weather.


This was actually amazing...a mum and baby gorilla hanging out right by the side of the cage. I took the pic after watching the mother lovingly lick her baby's butt clean for 5 mintues. After a bit, the kid jumped up and turned away, giving his mom a look that clearly meant 'Mom, could you not was my ass in public? it's embarrassing! Jeeze!'

I remember someone telling me that flamingos are not naturally pink, but take on the color from eating shrimp with lotsa pigment. In the wild, they always look like they're on vacation, in cheap shirts, giggling their way over to the magarita bar. These poor pale guys were just trying to avoid the terrifying geese at the other end of a half-frozen pond.


This picture really doesn't do justice to the giraffe's hair (fur?) it was incredibly rich and made me think maaaaybe the zookeepers have been guilting into extra feedings by the harsh weather.


The big cat cages are pretty hard to photograph through, since they're some of the few truly dangerous animals (as in, will attack rather than ignore/run away) kept in cages without a cement ditch. I am, however, happy with the accidentally mystical appearance of this guy:

The polar bears were loving, LOVING the weather. They also happen to me the most cartoonish animals at the zoo. I imagine this one, (the man? definetly bigger and chubbier than the others) would be voiced by Michael Clarke Duncan.

I actually managed to get a good picture of a wolf, the least photogenic animals, but it'll take some editing. Oh, and let me just say...homeless people LOVE free zoos.

Kitty Therapy.

It took me more than 2 years to get the Study Abroad department to get off thier asses and record my grades in full. Now it looks as if the last lingering credit, which I taslked to them about two freakin' months ago, may not got through as planned. Which means I may not be able to graduate early. Which means my job search and 6-month plans are in danger of being screwed to the wall.

So here's a picture of trip to the Sanrio store. If I post anything else, it will be a SA professor starring in a snuff film.

Oh, and for the record, I'm missing DePaul's Winter Job/Internship Fair. It was damn clever of them to schedule a job fair in the middle of a school-day when nearly every class in this Uni is a attend-all or fail course. Apparently I must choose between getting my degree or getting a job after. Makes sense.

I'll take a few pictures of my camera has juice to spare...but no photo could express just how cologne-ish it is in the Student Center. I just hope I can buy enough Axe to fully immerse myself before my next interview. They may not hire me, but with God as my witness, they will smell me for hours.

Real Horrorshow

When I was younger, scary movies were the bane of my existance. I had to watch them....Teenages are notorious gore hounds, and avoiding the newest, bloodiest film was a sure way to feel like a jerk in conversation. F, no, I haven't seen that one...rips off his head with a shotgun, you say? smushed in a garage door, eh? Dies from eating too much spagetti-O's? How many corpses piled in the crawlspace? My goodness. That is a large number of crawlspace corpses.

Now I LOVE them. Maybe it's my facination with serial killers, maybe it's the fact that I've seen seizures and self-mutilation to the point where a little corn syrup carnage doesn't phase me. All I know for sure is that The Host is SO on the top of my list. It's a monster movie. with archery.

It'd take diamond kittens dipped in chocolate to beat that.

Churchy

I took this picture originally to illustrate the incompetence of the snow removal technicians in Chicago. But now it looks more like a buddist sand prayer, so let's pretend I'm wicked spiritual.

F it. This picture came out way too cool to validate.

Chicago Cold

Chicago Cold is a strange breed; a mix of big-city thermal drafts pulling in wind and lake effect sopping up moisture, littered with jet stream leftovers from the twin cities. The mutt winter is cold, dry, wind, snowy, and a perfect reason to wear fuzzy socks to bed.

It's 1:41 am. I have a paper due at 10:10 for my grammar class, and I'm going to sit up in bed, sew another patch on my quilt before I sleep, and ignore the staggering probability that I'll wake up with a stiff neck from the drafting seeping through the huge, uninsulated window at the head of my bedframe.

two days to lent...I'll have to convince myself that God wants me to suffer with Jesus, not frostbite.