Twitter and Actual Bird Tweets

This weekend:

• a scale told me I was 24% body fat. Now, I know I can eat like a hippo, but c'mon!
  

• I saw the latest (and hopefully last) installment of Fast & the Furious. Emotion-stirring! Well-acted! Poignant! Brilliant plot line! Orrr, y'know, just explosions and car chases. :P

• I read all 4,614 lines of Faust. For my humanities class. Not for pleasure. Definitely not for pleasure.

• I got pie from Sweet Life. 'Nuff said.

• I found a ridiculous mix station to listen to while I'm trying to sleep. I now have my fill of Backstreet Boys, Boston, and Bryan Adams.

• I ate amazing deliciousness from China Blue...twice

• I added a bunch of celebrities on Twitter because a) I'm a dork and b) I need to use it for class. And then I felt speshul because the Dog Whisperer and Gov. Schwarzenegger added me, hahaha. I'm for reals, man.

• I ate breakfast at 2am. Y'all know how I do things.

• I went four-wheeling...at midnight...in total darkness...in tons of mud. I.e. amazing!

• I was reminded how wonderful cinnamon toast is.

• I played with guns bigger than my whole arm, oh my!
  

• I spent an hour looking up a certain bird call I've heard all my life and it's pretty much my favorite one because it's distinct and cute and sing-songy and I can't find it online and it's frustrating because I can hear it recorded in the background of OTHER bird call examples!! And then I laughed because there I was, listening to bird songs online when there were tons of actual birds singing outside my window. Including the one I was looking for.

• I learned that bird enthusiasts describe certain bird calls as "drink your teeea, "sweet sweet peachy, "oh dear me," and "quick with the beer check."

• I fed carrots to a horsie.

• I decoupaged. Lately I've been feelin' craftyyy.

So apparently it's beautiful and sunny between 6:30am and 8:30am, and then the melancholy clouds roll in right on cue as the day's about to start. Jerks! Time to get started on a day filled with reading/lectures on poetry from the Romantic era, and advertising design/coffee/reading/an advertising meeting/reading/more coffee/writing a mini-paper/researching/reading/and the dishes. Ohh baby, I'm stoked!!!

The Curse of the Singing Dumpster!

It was a dark and stormy night...

Wait, no it wasn't.

It was a bright and sunny day...dun dun DUN!! And I was on my merry way to the park with Rory to read in the grass and enjoy the sun. We walked by a game going on at the new PK Park:
And saw a really huge, really random Louisville Slugger:

Rory loved laying out in the sun with me while I read The Shack (good book so far!)

Some kid must be REALLY sad, having just accidentally let go of 40 balloons...
Alright, so I'm walkin' home, right? And I'm walking slowly, on the lookout for any good photo ops, and I begin to notice the faint sound of cheerful midi music. It gets louder as I walk by this old dumpster at the far edge of the park. Double-you-tee-eff, right? So I walk up to it, and sho' 'nuff, it's coming from inside the dumpster. Good thing it was bright and sunny, otherwise, hello, creepy! Cheerful music is never cheerful in the movies when it's at a scary part. In fact, it's usually scarier than actual creepy music. Anyway, I took a video for evidence that I was indeed sane and not just hearing things:

I stuck my camera over the top to see if I could take a random picture of the source of the song...just dirt of course! I guess I was kind of hoping for an awesome picture of some creepy old doll or something, haha.

So yeah, definitely strange but nothing too crazy. I take a bunch more pictures and head home. I downloaded the pictures later on in the evening, and excitedly went to preview all the ones I thought came out pretty good. But uhhh, there weren't ANY pictures after the dumpster one. Double-you-tee-eff again, right? Then I noticed one picture was super garbled and not even a picture of anything, just colors and data. Funny how digital pictures can turn out just as messed up as developed ones do. Anyway, then my camera said Memory Card Error and that's when I got ticked because I really wanted the MANY other pictures I had taken after the run-in with the dumpster and they were all g-o-n-e! So, I decided that because this dumpster was so weird, its little sing-song must've cursed me and my pictures from then on. Rude!

Thankfully, a kind little photo restore program undid the Curse of the Dreaded Dumpster of Doom, Death, Destruction, and Despair! Yay:

Did you know dandelion puffs are called dandelion clocks? For some reason I find that really funny. And kind of cool, because you're wishing on a clock, which is a symbol for time, so really you're wishing on time itself, and what are you wishing for? Or instead of getting all philosophical you could just sit in the grass and blow on the dang thing.

Someone left their glasses on the dog park fence! Pretty thick lenses, so how could they not notice they're not wearing them?? Mine are thick like that too and boy, I'm blind and helpless without them!


A crow with the head of a baby chipmunk. (Not really.) (Although I did see some baby raccoons at the park.) (I was gonna take a picture but I didn't want to scare them up the tree.) (They were really cute.)


Man, I wish palm trees looked like THIS. Or I guess I wish I was an ant, and then these really would be my palm trees. Sweeeet.


I love finding ladybugs!


Mr. Edgar Allan Crow, looking particularly well-feathered today.