WAIT... I'M ENROLLED IN WHAT?

Happy Birthday to Canada (yesterday). Canada Day is actually one of my favourite days of the year. I like summer and picnics and fireworks and I absolutely love my country. I had to work so I wasn't picnicking, but I celebrated by bringing all my coworkers strawberry shortcake cupcakes. And my best friend and I had a few beers and joined our fellow Calgarians at the festivities downtown for a few hours once we were done selling small appliances to the NO CUSTOMERS that we had all day. We wandered for a while and were both tired and called it a night at around 9, which suited us both fine.I went to bed happy and exhausted, so I think that's a success.

Red and White and a Canadian Beer. Low key and classy. A rare occurance for me.

The other day I mentioned that I wore my pink dress that I made. This is probably the girliest picture of me in history. Why did I do that with my face? I don't understand. Jeeze... Anyway, it's pink. It's pretty. It helped me sell zero units of what I was demoing. Typical.

I certainly don't look like the kind of kid who would be taking a class entitled "Bang your head! The History of Heavy Metal" for the next 6 weeks. Admittedly I am enrolled in the class mistakenly after a serious miscommunication on the part of the school. They told me it was something else. It is not. But there is neither a textbook nor a final exam. I'll be learning about something I haven't learned before. We have presentations to do. I might play a facemelting solo on my ukulele. Bam. Instant A.

In other news, my allergies make it feel like there are tiny men in my ears mining for gold (gold being my genius ideas that my brain fabricates on occasion). I hope the heavy metal listening exams don't amplify this feeling. Because it quite honestly feels like this guy has just taken up residence in my ear canals:

Yes, he's been with me since March

This afternoon I am reading and writing and sewing and drawing and cleaning.

And napping. Gotta nap, it's pretty much as essential as breathing.

PRODUCTIVITY IS MY MIDDLE NAME

Hahaha I think we all know that's not true.

I went to the library before class to get some work done.
Such a well intentioned endeavour.

This picture doesn't capture how awful my posture was, how dirty my hair felt, nor how hard I was laughing. 

But it's a start.

UMMMM... INTERNET?

Why are there no pictures of carnivorous dinosaurs not shouting? No decent pictures at least, only like, shitty candids that nobody would ever want themselves tagged in because they're SO EMBARRASSING OH MY GOD GRADE 12.
It's not like this is a ridiculous request. I'm working on a thing and I just need a realistic t-rex looking mostly at the camera without its ginormous toothy maw hangin' open like Taylor Swift hearing she won another award.

Unless, you know, carnivorous dinosaurs were just super excitable and exclaimed everything all the time..."YOU GUYS! WHAT THE SHIT. I have FEATHERS!" or "ohMyGOSH IT'S STEAK NIGHT!"

"FOR THE RECORD: I AM NEVER DRINKING AGAIN!"

 I'm so on board with that. I can relate.










*Note, I did not draw this Albertosaurus (can you IMAGINE?!). It is merely an example of the Internet's multitude of wide-mouthed dinos.

WHAT I WANT TO BE DOING 92% OF THE TIME

So much more fun than studying

APPARENTLY, I HAVE A COLD; BUT IT FEELS WAY WORSE

"I'm a goat and I'm going to kick you in the chest... FOR A WEEK!"

AW DAMNIT

Because, you know, I'm graceful and observant like that