| I'm uploading waay too many pictures.
curling and paw licking good.
I'm wondering what the expression could possibly mean in the last frame.
Dad on Christmas morning.
Baby Jake and his new Elmo that I gave him.
Someones xmas present. gee.. I wonder whose? Too bad the finger print is there.
Recognizable character to some.
Below are some of the awesome text messages I remembered while cleaning out my phone.
I think they sound just as funny out of context.
Alas! My Selanginella that I've wanted since I read about it in botany!
Can stay dormant for up to 150 years, fucking amazing!
Start time: noon
End time: 2 pm
Steampunk candle making...
aka major safety hazard
my workshop is in the background...
I should probably take pics of that at some point since it has all sorts of cool stuff.
|
| |
| Merry Christmas Everyone! |
| |
| Moar pictures /b/ unrelated.
Delicious food
School
School
Backyard
|
| |
| And now...
I'll share some /b/ with everyone.
|
| |
| I freed up eight gigs after moving stuff to my external and defraging. I tried to install two programs yesterday and that obviously didn't work. I kinda wish I had the hub...especially since I had to delete 27 pieces of one and I'm still not on lue.
Every time I come back home, I feel like I see more wrong with this place than ever before. It makes me wonder how many details I actually pay attention to through out everything.
I've been doing lots of thinking lately. I always think its bad for me to think deeply, I usually creep myself out in the end. I'd hate to quote some bad movies, but at the end, you start thinking about the beginning. I almost want to re-read some of my xanga, even though I've convinced myself that I no longer want to see the progression. I'm going to go back to Connecticut and I'll be just as crude as ever. I am ignoring things so that I will be able to deal with terms. Something happened, and I can distinctly recall the moment in which it happened. I never really understand the significance of moments while they are happening. I later look back on them and put the pieces together. I don't think many understand my place in conflict. I don't want to constantly be at peace; I am not dead.
Despite all this, I am more productive home, I produce better quality everything and yet I don't believe I am ever satisfied with it. There are so many things that repeat again. I feel really alien and yet it doesn't bother me. Breaks like these are times for me to even out my neurotic behavior and try things that fairly normal people do as well as those other hands on people. There are so many things that I don't know and its strange that I think of that here, while I'm not inspired by anything.
I want to feel the intensity here, I want to see it before me, inches in front of my face.
I look through my subscriptions and I don't feel as though I'm on the same page with the rest of the world. I always think that I have to vaguely describe anything with real feeling. If I actually tried to describe it in detail, it would never give justice to the situation. It's almost as though its taboo to talk about anything that has real meaning to it. Maybe these are things that can only be learned and shared through experience. I am wondering if people ever feel alive. Despite everything, no one seems to write about it. We write about the mundane, popular culture, masses, and hobbies.
|
| |