I don't need to make sense.

Hello! I havn't posted in a very long time. So here I am.
Ummmmm.
Alright what has happened in the last bit?
I'm going to yoga 3 times a week for 1.5 hours each time. My mom says she has an owl friend who tries to communicate with her in the park. The owl's gone now and all she can look up to is the moon. I went to a hockey game and found out that about half the crowd is underage - wearing tight low blue jeans and huge hoop earrings. Weird. and the other half - full of old people that could easily be from some crumbling ancient town in the middle of Saskatchewan. My head hurts today - I discovered this in yoga when I tried to lift it, my head, off my mat and it felt funny. My bed is black now - hiding the bright old lady flower sheets. I like the sheets though they make my bed look alive and well. I tried on running shoes and Oliver walked by and he said they looked OK. I got to realise my big head was big again by not fitting into a black hat and I almost could fly, like an angle, but not quite. My dry clothes are clumping in the dryer and I really just want to forget about them because knowing about excessively wrinkly clothes is like having no clothes at all. Does that make me sound vain? I haven’t watched any TV today. My fish were loud this morning. They woke me up early splishing and splashing. My mom thinks it is because they were cold. I think it's because they're loud bastard fish. I still like them though. I played scrabble and I won if it WERE backwards day and I bought blueberry body butter and contemplated things. OK that's all I've got.
Bye for now,

OH FREAKING DEAR

So this one time.
I DELETED a recording AGAIN.
HOW THE FUCK DO I DO THAT?!
The guy's talk just isn't on my recorder.

James said if I would have lived in the 1920's they would have thought I was retarded.
I'm not even sure what the hell he meant by that but it made me need to gasp for air and then want to kick him really hard.

people suck. recorders suck. especially digital ones. not digital people...they're ok...usually....unless they turn into real people...then they probably suck.

alright off I go. I'll go down in history as the girl who might have been a journalist but couldn't be a journalist because she had no quotes.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHH
YAAAAAARRRRRRRR
GRRRRRRRRRRRRRR

sniffle

oh no you didn't

Lets try to make sense of me through the pictures I love.
You know what they say a picture says one thousand words.

new years eve doesn't agree with me

She stood in the middle of the field. Standing. Looking somewhere. At me? Just standing.
Slowly I rolled looking over hopeful for a reason. She can't just be standing frozen in the middle of a snow covered field.
Desperately I search the field. I stare at her. I stare around her.
Still rolling slowly I try not to slide into that parked car.
There! A white dog just as still as his owner. Looking at me too. Or in front of me?
In front of me.
Another dog. Thank God.
Rolling by slower than before. I hope she sees I'm paying attention now.
The grey dog is starring, still, motionless, not even a twitch.
Following his stare a pigeon standing under a tree her feet still on the birdseed covered snow. Staring back. Frozen.
I keep on rolling loose site of them in the rear and time starts again.
Weird.