welp, canada day was rainy as fuck, and we don't care for fireworks anyway. went round to dave's. he wasn't very well, so i brought him healing snacks (diet coke and potato chips, for he is a special kind of human subspecies that thrives EXCLUSIVELY ON SNACKS) and we took a nap. then we watched boondock saints and a wonderful attenborough programme on reptiles and amphibians. FASCINATING stuff. it's really cute when they cuddle. so that was nice.

earlier today i spent several minutes watching a bee fly from flower to flower in my garden, wiggling itself about in their little polleny bits, giving them each a little love before moving on. it was sweet, and quite beautiful.

also, is it weird that every time i have to tweeze a stray hair (and YES, being of central european extraction, i DO have to tweeze stray hairs from time to time) my right eye - and only my right eye - twitches. is this normal? i have no idea.

the point of this blog is this: in three short hours, i will be leaving for the englands. i will be gone for two and a half weeks. somehow i think you will all get on without me for a while, as i post almost never anyway.

so are my two faithful readers still faithfully reading?

i don't particularly suppose you are, but then again, i don't often have much interesting or insightful to say here these days.

today is no different.

i DID, however, make a completely useless film today.

i am in awe of the fact that this exists:

the SPOCK SPANKER



hands up who wants to buy one for me?

here's why i refuse to use cameras with lenses that are bigger than i am.

the road.

happy thursday to me. not much eventful has happened of late. my dreams are strange as usual, and my little travelling bear is having the time of his life in finland, i am sure. world tour is set to hit the englands for the first few weeks of july. london, then henley for boats and champagne, then up north for assorted shenanigans with my northern mates. too bad i couldn't schedule in something professional and have the university pay for it.

go me, it's my birthday!

it's the 25th, and i'm 25. go me.

here's my birthday portrait.

and because it's my birthday i'm doing 25% off everything at everything ok! for the rest of the week if you mention my birthday at checkout and i'll send an updated invoice. (also i'm flying to the englands in july and therefore i need the money)

SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE not much else to report in kelshville at the moment, really. experimental photoey goodness and lots of star trek. i'm thinking of watching the newsroom again. that show was funny. how's everybody else?

it was like, i was flying into a big airport then suddenly driving into a small town, with my parents, where we stopped to get coffee or something but i saw that there was a renaissance festival on, and since i just HAPPENED to be in costume, asked to stay on for the day and go to the faire. then this guy who was apparently my boyfriend turned up with this really old guy who was his dad.

and we drove into hamilton and got lost in the industrial section of the city which was for some reason on the mountain. then we somehow drove back down the mountain into this bird sanctuary which turned into a retirement home and we decided to stay on for a free dinner, pretending we were thinking of moving my dream-bf's dad there. dinner for us was this gorgeous-looking fresh ravioli in what looked to be a really light tomato sauce, with fresh basil leaves.

but then i wanted to get a glass of iced tea, and this crazy woman told me i needed to go down to the basement and to put my coat on because it was cold down there.

but i told her i had an abnormal body temperature and would be fine.

i tried like five doors before finding the right basement, and wished i hadn't broken the back of my camera because i really wanted to take pictures.

oh yeah, i broke the back of my camera back in the small town with my parents.

(forgot that bit)

anyway, in the basement looking for iced tea, i ran into a guy dressed as spock who said he saw me as seven of nine, and it was cool. we hugged, exchanged vulcan gang signs, and moved on.

then beyond him was a rowdy party in what looked like a basement rec room that was probably built in the early 90s.

boyfriend came and found me and we decided to hang out there and let his dad chillax at dinner with the other seniors.

then these two obnoxiously stupid blonde chicks were TOTALLY getting their flirt on with boyfriend and asked him to help them with something and so he went off with them to help.

while he was still within earshot i somewhat loudly complained that i hated those girls, and spent the rest of the night worrying to two other girls i'd just met that a) we were still at the stage in the relationship where he might well leave me for somebody better looking without much thought about it; and b) that in any case he might break up with me for being either so mean-spirited or insecure.

and THEN i woke up.