It's Wednesday, right? Yeah. Okay. Tomorrow I have oceanography, and then on Friday I have Pilates, work, and a ferry reservation.
I'm going to Saturna this weekend. My mother wants me to be there when she takes the plane over with my Virginian cousins, who are in town to visit. I have to keep referring to them as "my Virginian cousins" because I can't remember their names, but I've met them before. Once. I was ten and we drove around Virginia in a rented van, so that my brother and I would know my father's side of the family. I don't remember the family much, but I remember the trip. It was hot.
It was my mother's birthday on the 13th and I made her a card. Now she's gone out and bought a frame for it. I wish I'd done a better job. It's hard to write a good, honest message on a birthday card. I'm not great at it. But I know how to handle a glue stick.
It's one of those weeks where everything I try to post about seems incredibly boring and I want to ignore my blog and read in bed. But I still check the other blogs for updates every, what, half hour? Which seems hypocritical, really. So here I am.
I've been enjoying my classes, which is sort of weird for me. Creative Writing was a little unnerving, but I knew it would be. Oceanography is great. I'm sure it'll get worse, but I love having somebody explain the planet's history to me in simple terms. It's a relief to find that I understand this stuff. On Tuesday we were looking at a slide of some early mammals. The professor pointed to a squirrel-ish thing on the ground and referred to it as an early horse. Then he pointed to another squirrel-ish thing, this one in a tree, and called it an early monkey. Both animals looked like squirrels. It wasn't a joke, but it cracked me up anyway. Nature is full of hilarious crap like that.
I rented the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Gamecube game with Marc, and it's pretty fun. I mean it's terrible, actually, because it's very clumsy and strangely old-fashioned, but I like beating up street thugs with my ninja turtle moves. SLICE AND DICE. COWABUNGA. EAT FEET. EAT FEET. EAT FEET. That sort of thing.
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What is this squirrel called? Mother squirrel of all varied ancestral departures. Why, though, in oceanography?
They weren't really squirrels, they just looked more like squirrels than horses or monkeys. Hee hee hee!
Um. We're sort of starting at the dawn of all things, instead of rushing right in to study wave lengths and depth (I clearly have no idea what Oceanography is actually about). But now we've reached the age of humans making trouble, so the fun stuff may well be over.
"Crack that whip!" yells Donatello. Why was he ever my favourite, I ask you?
In order to enjoy the TMNT, and especially your favorite of the turtles, (whichever it may be, mine is LEONARDO), you have to look past little things like stupid catch phrases and bad voice acting. Thus, Leonardo isn't the pansy in my head that he is on screen. No, he's actually totally hardcore, albeit a MATURE hardcore with leadership qualities. And he doesn't say things like "Try harder!" all the time in a high-pitched voice.
So Donatello is actually awesome too. He's like, literate. And he’s the least overtly aggressive of the four brothers! Splinter said so! But he can be DRIVEN to anger, which is hot. Plus, he's that cool olive color.
Don't hurt the ones you love, Marc.
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