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31 July 2009

The crows were talking to me today.

It was murderous.
I went under the tree, and a large number of them came swooping in my general direction, which wasn't frightening, as you might expect, but it was sort of cool. They cawed madly at me, screaming at the tops of their lungs all at once, all seeming to be attempting to top one another. I looked up at them and I found that the way they all squirmed around in the branches, making them move, was intriguing. It looked like the tree was going to explode, and all of the explosives were just waiting to burst forth. Anyway, all the crows in the tree were cawing, and crows that were out of the tree rushed toward the tree cawing, and then as soon as I was away from the tree, they stopped cawing simultaneously. I guess it was very threatening for me to be under their tree.
There was, however, one crow who continued to caw, but it sounded ill or injured, like it's caw wasn't quite right. I think maybe they were protecting this crow and thought I was going to try and steal him from the nest like a madman or something, which is absurd. But then, they are crows. Also, this is the exact same spot where I found a crow that couldn't fly and had no tail, and when I went near it all the other crows started freaking out and trying to get rid of me, so it could be that these crows are very loyal to their kin and they had somehow managed to get the hurt crow into a tree and didn't want an invasion.
When I passed under another tree, a crow spoke to me again, but his caw was also weird, like he was a little bit insane/mentally ill, or just a misfit, or maybe he was just very skeptical of the whole crow-saving deal. Maybe it was his insanity/mental illness that made him a skeptic, which in turn made him a misfit. At any rate, he sounded weird, and at the end, like he was laughing, but not at me, sort of just to himself like he was the only one he knew anything around here, the jerks.
I'm probably dwelling far too much on the cawing of some birds in a tree, but it gave me a blog, so there you go.

Bust out the Beats

What is it with me and canned music?
I have this bizarre attraction to it, even though I know it's awful and is slowly eroding my musical soul.
I suppose we all enjoy things we know are bad for us, like junk food and trash TV and emotionless sex and whatnot.
It's our nature that we like stupid things.
You might say we are all driven by stupidity.
Do you think your senses exist to absorb the stupidity, or to measure the stupidity of others in order to compare it to the stupidity you've gained?
But then, how can you consider something a gain when it is something such as stupidity? Gaining stupidity is sort of a loss.
I guess that concept is sort of stupid.
Or maybe it's just irony.

29 July 2009

The One Where Callie Gets ANGRY

I apologise in advance for swearing. I'm angry.
This stupid freaking computer! I've wanted to blog like so many times, but I just keep not getting to it and it SUCKS. and now that I am getting to it, I don't have anything worth blogging about.
Well except for when I was walking Clara and I ran into this chick who started telling me I trained my dog wrong, and how she knows how to train a dog so well, and tried giving me tips and things and I was like eff you please, my dog is trained just fine. And she's like he's just a pup, eh? And I'm like no, SHE is six, Miss Observant, and I don't really want tips from some random arrogant lady who keeps her border collie on a half-inch leash with a choke chain and talks to it like it understands the whole of the English language. ("What do we do when we get to a corner? We sit, stay, and look around. What do you do? You look around. Sit! Sit! [She says sit about five times because it won't listen to her.] Good boy. Do you see any cars? Is it safe? OK, NOW we cross the road.") When I get to the road I stop walking, and my dog does it too because she's not an idiot and she's extremely obedient. Then when we cross the road, she crosses when I cross because she's not an idiot and she's extremely obedient. And I don't need to put her on a fucking micro-leash to gain control of her because I KNOW HOW TO FUCKING TRAIN MY DOG.
People are such DOUCHE BAGS.

23 July 2009

21 July 2009

A+R+G

Yesterday we went for an adventure on the Bruce trail, and I'm always amazed at how much less time it takes for us to go on the whole usual trail than it did when I was very young. It used to be like a five-hour journey, but now it's barely over an hour. Time flies when your legs have grown.
So far today I have read my Bible, and that's it. I really should go for a run because I didn't yesterday and I feel slackerish, but I don't want to in the least. I went to yoga yesterday though, and Elanor was teaching! She is the greatest yoga teacher ever. That I know of. I came in late and she looked at me and just stared for a second, and then was like, Hi! But then she had to keep teaching, and she did awesome, as always. I love that woman. She's so kind.
Katelyn and I are going to the movies tonight, and since she failed to respond to my responding text and she's not on msn, I presume she is working during the day. This should give me even more incentive to go run, but it doesn't. I don't know how I planned on paying for this movie, as I have less than a Canadian dollar in my bank account, but hopefully some bills will fly my way so I can have fun with Katelyn before she leaves.
Oh yes!
Katelyn is leaving. She's going to Dominican Republic with her mother and brother obviously, and she will be gone for two weeks. So I shall be Katelyn-less for the next little while, which is unfortunate. But she shall return with a super tan. ChloƩ seems to think this is no possible, but it is. She tans. And like, instantaneously, too. She's in the Canada sun for five minutes and she's tanned, imagine in the Dominican.
Anyway, I'm supremely bored right now and I wish I had something better to do than this stupid blog that's failing big time. I don't want to run, and I don't want to clean. This sucks. I hate being bored. It so seldom happens to me.

18 July 2009

I just wanted to say

that I love my life, and everything in it. People are dumb. People do mean things. Sometimes stuff doesn't go how you want it. But life is still awesome, because I'm living it, and I'm with people I love almost all the time, and even when I'm not, God is always with me, and that's so awesome to know. I love all the things in my life because they have helped me to become who I am, and they continue to do so, and they will do so in the future, and whoever I become will depend on what is in my life. I love my family and my friends and my boyfriend and my pets and my God and my house and my food and my clothes and my memories and my everything. I can't believe how blessed I am to live how and where and with whom I live and surround myself, and no matter what life throws at me, I will love my life as much as I do right now.

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17 July 2009

Callie, the Ever-Fascinated

Ok, so those are the pictures from two days ago, and the cat is just a cat we saw on the sidewalk that was really cute.
I failed at taking pictures yesterday, so it looks like in order to get 365 pictures, this will have to be project 366. Which is ok with me.
Anyway, this big long blog I spoke of yesterday is going to happen right now.

Today's blog is written originally on a yellowed sheet of formerly white paper in my bedroom, so perhaps the quality of writing will be different. I doubt it. But I do this because the computer is currently in use, and I'm bored, and I've read my Bible and worked out already so I have nothing else to do until we go to the beach (we went to the beach yesterday and it was good).
Last night I wrote something on lined paper, but in handwriting, and my handwriting is really exaggerated and calligraphic, and I tell you this because I'm writing this in all capitals, which is what I do when I want people to be able to read my writing, as my printing is very messy. When I was about to start writing this paper blog, my first instinct was to use handwriting as that was the last writing I used, but I switched to capitals instead. You see, this is sort of interesting because my three forms of writing are generally used for different purposes because of their aesthetics. My handwriting is used for personal writing that I want a specific person to see, like a letter or caption on a picture. My printing is ridiculously untidy and tiny, but it writes the fastest, so I use that when I know I'm the only one reading it or there are a lot of things to get written before I forget them, like with my stories/poems/etc in my writing book, or when I take notes at school. My all caps writing, which is what I'm currently using, is the neatest because the letter are blocky, big and clear. I use this when I take a message on the phone or write to someone I don't know very well--something anyone can read.
So, me using this "font" of sort is very intriguing. What made me choose this? I didn't choose handwriting, which makes sense, because it doesn't apply here and it is my least preferred form of writing. But I still could have chosen printing. I mean, I am the onyl one who is ever going to read this version, so wouldn't printing have made sense? Plus I have a lot of thoughts about handwriting and stuff that I don't want to forget, so the speed would have been helpful, and all caps writes slow. Maybe I chose caps because subconsciously I knew that this blog was going to be something I wanted everyone to be able to read, any of which I could not know very well, or at all. It's very interesting.
Also interesting is that handwriting is supposed to have a large reflection on the writer's personality. I don't know what mine could mean, since it's so very varied. It's cool how physical things like writing or body language are reflections of theoretical but very real things like a person's mind or personality.
I was talking to Katelyn about brains yesterday, and how they give us the physical ability to be who and what we are and things like that, and I said that brains never cease to amaze me and that I could talk about them all day. She said I should be a neurologist. That would be the coolest thing ever! Getting paid to study brains? Like, how rad can it get? I would love to study brains. That would be so amazing. I would like to study and do research on how they actually function and stuff, and I would also like to relate brain functions to personality and behavioural functions and dysfunctions. Your brain is like the ultimate hybrid of physical and theoretical or philosophical things, and it allows you to observe that crazy balance of known and unknown things, which is so crazy. It controls your body, and it's part of your body, but it also control your inner self that no one really knows but you and God. Or does your inner self control your brain? Since your physical self reflects your inner self to others, and your body is controlled by your brain, wouldn't that make sense? It's so fascinating! I could go on about it all day. ; maybe you can tell. Ha, ha. Seriously though, if I had a job with brains I would get such unbelievable satisfaction from it, and I'd probably thank God for brains every five minutes. I would love to work with actual brains, or people with dysfunctional brains, like being a psychoanalyst or to work with people who are institutionalized. That would so cool.
Anyway, this blog has gone on for a long time, and it will keep going unless I stop myself. I love brains! Ha, ha. I'm going to get my prescription for my gross toes today, so I should get going.
Aah, I wish I knew more about brains!
My goodness.
I'm insane.
:D

16 July 2009

Sweet Food






These are my pictures from yesterday. I have a big long blog coming up later today, so fear not.

14 July 2009

Facebook-Esque Note


Rules: 1. Respond. 2. Tag 4 other people.

1. What is your current obsession? dressing up to go to the movies, i guess. We all dressed up again just for the sake of it. Good days! Nights, I guess, actually.


2. What is your weirdest obsession? I once obsessed about Cillian Murphy. He played The Scarecrow in Batman Begins. I'm glad that obsession is over with.

3. Recall a fond childhood memory? Jumping on the bed with my brother Courtland while my dad sang us the song he wrote, "Banana Cream Pie", and laughing and yelling and having a good time when we lived in Duntroon.

4. What’s for dinner? Pasta

5. What would you eat for your last meal? The cashew dish from the Thai place.


6. What’s the last thing you bought? my dress!

7. What are you listening to right now? Silverware clanging in the kitchen

8. What do you think of the person who tagged you? Well, I don't really know her, but she seems pretty cool. Plus, she tagged me, so that was ultimately fabulous of her. I plan on knowing her better via blogginess.

9. If you could have a house totally paid for, fully furnished, anywhere in the world, where would it be? Scotland.

10. If you could go anywhere in the world for the next hour, where would you go? In a sunny meadow with yellow flowers

11. Which language do you want to learn? Russian or German, one of the angry languages

12. What’s your favourite quote (for now)? Proverbs 16:3

13.What is your favourite colour? yellow

14. What is your favourite piece of clothing in your own wardrobe? Either my grey sweater dress or my off-white/reddish/brown geometric shape-ish sweater dress. I love sweater dresses. Too bad it's summer.

15. What is your dream job? Dancing

16.What’s your favourite magazine? maclean's, elle, fitness.

17. If you had $100 now, what would you spend it on? Clothes and skin care stuff.

18. Describe your personal style? Some things are trendy, but unique. I like to wear layers and focus on one colour group. In winter, I wear all monotonous greys/blacks/whites/browns and some dark reds, and in summer I focus on one colour (this year it's blue!). I like to accentuate my waist, but I also like the droopy look. I'm way into sweaters and warm things, like scarves and mittens and hats. Which is why in summer my style sort of drifts away a little bit.

19. What are you going to do after this? Bed.

20. What are your favourite films? Check my profile.

21. What’s your favorite fruit? Peaches, mangoes, grapes.

22.What inspires you? Nature, usually.

23. Your favourite books? Profile

24. Do you collect anything? Not in particular.

25. Any advice from bitter experience? Not really. If you're ever getting your blood taken, don't think about the pain of the needle. It really doesn't hurt that much. I mean, those experiences aren't really bitter, but they still sucked. I'm used to it now.


26. What makes you follow a blog? Interesting content, arty content, good photography, knowing the person writing it.

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We went to the movies dressed up tonight. It was gooooooood stuff. We saw Public Enemies, and it was pretty good. Nothing spectacular. Plus, having Christian Bale and Johnny Depp in the same movie, rivaling each other no less, was sort of distracting.
I'm sleepy, but tomorrow I shall do kickboxing and feel awesome. Good night world, hope you sleep well on this hemisphere. Good morning I guess, to the other side.

13 July 2009

hoorah sort of






i like this one


this is the one




Well, I did take some pictures today, and they are of two of our cats, Cheerio and Special Ed. So finally picture 1 gets put into place for this stupid project.
I went for a run because I was sitting around feeling useless all day, except for my job interview (hired-cha ching!), and I had a headache before I went, which sucked. I thought maybe the run would get rid of the headache, but it just made it worse, and now I have a really bad headache. Which stinks. Stinks? Since when do I say stinks? Anyway, I ate a whole bunch of mini potatoes as refuel after my run and shower, and they were delicious, but they're kind of making me feel yukky because I ate so many so fast. Hopefully I shall feel better in time for my visit with Mugs later. Actually, it's very soon. I'd best get on drying my hair, because I have to leave soon.

Not mine. Tsk.







Well, so far my Project 365 is failing. It's only been one day!
What happened is this: I was seeing no picture opportunities anywhere, not that I was really looking, and my plans changed from Mugs to the girls, so I figured I would get some good pictures taken then. I brought my camera on a fabulous escapade to the bowling alley (more on this later), and i was searching though my bag for something, and I gave my camera to Alexandria to hold. Sensibly, she felt inspired to be the photographer for a while, so she took some pictures which are above. (The last one is my new dress! But it's with tights because it was chilly.) They are good and reasonable pictures. Then she gave it back to me, and we went down this road where there was a picture opportunity that had been calling my name since early June, and I was so excited to take it! I stopped to grab my camera out of my bag again and held it up and focused it and whatnot (it was sneakers hanging over a telephone wire, like they do in the movie Big Fish, which is awesome) and then my BATTERIES DIED ON THE SCENE. Again! Ar, it was so frustrating. I was like nooooooo, that was supposed to be my first of 365 pictures! The lighting was really good too, with the sun on the verge of setting like that in the very early evening, and it went away. So I GUESS I'll have to move my first picture day to today, which sucks. My project failed before it even started. Actually, because it never even started. Anyway, better luck today. My batteries are charging right now.
We went bowling, as mentioned, which always makes me feel sort of loserish, but it was fun. Alexandria, Katelyn and I were all neck and neck (and neck) the whole game, and Burma was in last the whole time, and then on our last throw we all tied for first except Burma! It was weird and fun and we laughed and enjoyed ourselves. Then we went and got fat by stopping at Subway and Dairy Queen on the way home, and we had a little adventure later on which I won't go into details about. It was a good night!
There was something else
Oh yeah, I have a job interview today! Finally! WOOT. Money shall be in my bank account soon enough! Because I worked at Pepi's but Mike is having bad business so he only wants me for shows, which isn't a very secure job, so I'm going to do Elvis Fest for him and some other show in Creemore, and that will earn me lots of money in addition to the job I'm being interviewed for today that I pretty much have in the bag. Alexandria recently got hired there, so we will probably be working together, which is fabulous.
Toodles!
I will have a picture today!