I'm gonna do it all over my walls

mmm....rasterbation

pieces of home

Home is actually kind of a beautiful place, despite being desolate lacking in young people. I woke up Wednesday morning to a winter wonderland. Everything was covered in crystals and the air smelled like muddy snow. Bad poetry aside, see for yourself:

Another beautiful aspect of home is this: the buckwheat pancake, or ploye. Men have died in pursuit of these things. Buckwheat flour was actually the one food staple the British left the Acadians when they evicted them from Canada and dropped them off in Northern Maine. That's a lie actually. Well, about the buckwheat, not about the deportation.

Surprise, Surprise, Surprise!

So...I'm back in the big bad north for Thanksgiving. I haven't been here since the summer, so it was quite the dark and scary trip. Cheyanne, Gubby, and I actually decided last minute to surprise our parents and go up last night instead of today. Good move, I think. We made our mom pee a little. haha...completely worth it. So yeah...today we're going to go to the "Big City" and do grocery shopping for the festivities tomorrow. Hopefully I'll have some photos of my wonderful family to post up by the end of the week. It feels good to be home.

pic-a-tures

Mr. Cantyman....devious and slithy as usual

Lovely Roomate!

What Alli didn't know was....soon....clusterfuck would occur.

Some people I'll miss terribly....hanging out in the little sunshine we get these days.

Look! I made muffins!

Mr. Tree Man

A Product of Art Night

To make this blog a little more lively, I think pictures might be a good idea. (Actually, Andaria suggested it, and for that I love her!) Fortunately, I just got a new camera, so pictures it shall be. Random ones, but hopefully they amuse adequately.

my tapeworm has died

So....I haven't really felt like eating lately. I force myself to eat when I go to the cafeteria, etc. But really, I haven't wanted to eat ANY kind of food. I crave nothing. Which is weird, because I would consider myself addicted to eating normally. I haven't been feeling so hot lately, though, so maybe it's just a symptom. I actually have felt mostly like throwing up instead of putting food inside my body. I should probably get that fixed, since I've been running a lot more lately as well. I'm not really worried about feeling sick, I just hope I'm better soon. I can't be feeling pukey for Thanksgiving. Man, I barfed up all my stuffing and mashed potatoes LAST Thanksgiving.....I will NEVER eat mass quantities of stuffing ever again. Blech. Anyway...

Restart

So...I've decided. I'm moving on and starting fresh. Let's see if this serves me any better.

buggy love

Colony foundation of the Order Isoptera (termites) occurs on dry, hot, still days. Having temporary wings, members of the reproductive cast embark on a short journey from the nest in search of a mate. Rarely venturing further than 500 meters from the original nest, the male and female reproductives land on solid ground, shedding their wings, and beginning their search for a "king" or "queen." This happens in a couple ways. The queen may signal a potential king by emitting a pheremone to entice him, or simply do the queenly thing. That is... lift her termite skirt and chase him down. When a male is approached, the pair make advances towards each other. The female bashes the male in the face. Being the gentleman that he is the king subsequently caresses her antennae with his. The bashing and caressing happens four or five times, and if the queen accepts the king they will steal away and seal themselves into a new nest in the ground. If successful, the pair will build a beautiful empire.

Get this...

So....it's been calculated by the the UN that for every 1% increase in HIV infections in a population, total development of that state and it's people decreases by 4 years. Now, if you consider that some African countries have an HIV rate of approximately 25% HIV infection.....no wonder they can't pull themselves out of a rut. Well, that and MANY other reasons that I don't feel like talking about because they're too depressing. But really....think about what an epidemic like that does to a country.

Unveiled!

So...I started this blog in September anticipating that not only would it be a good thing for me to drop my random thoughts on, but also a piece of me people could check up on when I fly away for the spring. So if you decided to read this, leave me comments to let me know what's up.....especially after I leave. I'm gonna miss people terribly, I think.

Round 2 for the day

Have you ever noticed how we feed off of each other's energy in the strangest ways. We get a boost when someone praises us, when we "win" an argument, when we can retain that ounce of mystery about ourselves, when we finally find someone that understands our problems the best. We just have to remember to give just as much as we receive....not to solely be sponges, but to create a continuum that makes us neither dependent or independent. It's an incredibly tricky balance.

Too sexy

It seems almost every time I go to the gym, inevitably there's some guy there playing on some weight contraption thingy with much more weight on it than he should be doing (healthily). This of course causes the poor noneck to grunt and groan like he's having the best, sweatiest sex of his life. Sick. While they're doing this they, of course, look longingly into that creepy wall of mirrors, making O sounds like they're the sexiest thing they've ever seen in their lives. Double sick. Maybe I should go there and pull a "When Harry met Sally" whilst pumping iron. Do you think I'd get kicked out?

One of the beautiful things about Umaine Farmington is that...when you turn 21 sometimes the first person to buy you a drink at the bar is one of your professors. I'm really, really going to miss this place.