Just throw in some moose meat, it'll turn out fine

This is Bethany Hamilton, and I'm sure you guys have already heard about her, but she is an American surfer who lost her arm in a shark attack and went on to with the American National Championships. I just watched a terrible movie about her life, which is unfortunate, because her story is amazing. But no one could act, and everyone was supermodel beautiful and Jersey Shore orange and Could Not Stop Talking About God. In reality, Bethany has braces (maybe had; I dunno) and is a little gangly and has a deep voice and is lovely for it. Her mother is overweight, and her dad is grey and balding. And imperfections, both physical and mental, would have added so much to the movie. Do you really mean to tell me that this girl lost her arm and just shrugged, no worries, and suffered no mental anguish whatsoever? Maybe that's why people enjoy shows like Skins so much; they focus on darker stuff that makes the beauty present in life even more meaningful. Maybe it's late and I'm tired and don't know what I'm talking about.

Sarah, those pictures made me laugh! You guys are lovely!

Emma, you enjoy videos of things crashing and running into other things and I enjoy videos of dogs, so you should check out Swedish House Mafia's music video for Save the World. Which did not end at 6pm today, by the way.

Guess who I will see tomorrow!?! The one and only Frances McDonald. Are you jealous? I thought you might be. I miss you guys a ton. Basically 3 months and counting.

laura! check this, this is the band, jocelyn cook took the pictures. kumbana marimba

Laying Nameless in the Snow

So last night Ryan and Zaman showed up at like 9.30. One of whom I thought was aloof and the other I thought was dead in Mexico. Both arrived, tanned relaxed, took advantage of the swingset down the road, talked about feasible jobs for crack-addicts to have. For some reason video store clerk was the only one we could agree on. Except can you imagine recommending a movie while high on crack? Not that I've ever been high on crack, you know. Zaman made fun of my dead-pan and my stability and was issued his member's pin (he seems to have joined the club) The two of them slept in heaps in the living room and left sometime between 7 and 12, while I was at work.

My own sleeping pattern has been reduced to staccato:Late nights, early mornings, freak naps arriving without calling ahead. I keep falling asleep on public transit too, which is a bad habit, let me tell you. Especially since it is Attractive Tourist season.

And this German boy with a giant pearl stud in his ear who was travelling with his mother kept staring at me during breakfast. But maybe he just wanted more coffee.