Something in your chemistry

Checkout this cliff. I have to go back there tomorrow.

I'm listening to a bunch of random music one of the guys loaded onto my computer, eating an apple, and drinking tea. Apparently, gangster rap is the flavour of the week. I had a whole bunch of stuff to say but now I can't remember any of it. Some of the people from my pre-camp sampling crew were on the radio today and said nice things. It was good to hear their voices.

Emma, ignore those little nagging voices, or at least politely listen and dismiss them at the closest possible opportunity. You are going places, my dear. Good places.

I HAVE to do laundry sometime this week. Don't let me forget.

I'll Bet You Do This All The Time

Glorious weather, glorious chocolate almond milk in the cup on the counter. Not a lot to report around here. I am going to watch my friend from work's boyfriend ponce around in Hamlet style tights this evening. It's the Vic Shakespeare Fest up at Camosun en plein air.
Yesterday morning I was assured that there is plenty for art historians to do in this world by a woman that would know all about these things. It's funny how much I have lost focus over the summer, all the regular fears have been creeping in slowly. Especially after my aunt and uncle (siblings) laughed at my major before going back to wrestling on the couch. I guess it's best not to listen to the non-believers out there, since the majority of them have never been to university anyway. Anyway this woman has made my future seem brighter and to celebrate I am going over to the ol' Lansdowne Middle School to play soccer with my brother and his gang of wily engineers.

I will leave you with this image though.