CONVERSATIONS WITH MY SISTER: ENCOURAGEMENT

Siobhan: I really want quesadillas
Sophie: ooh nice. Make one
Siobhan: I'm at work
Sophie: so? Ke$ha couldn't sing. Did that stop her? No, she found auto tune. You work at sears, the world is your oysters

THIS MIGHT BE A LITTLE BIT UNFAIR?

It's a bit of a dick move; posting these pictures of my latest sewing success when the intended recipient hasn't been able to admire it first-hand in all of its completed glory.

At least not with the head attached properly.
 There was an emergency involving a form of separation anxiety. Head became separated from body. It made me anxious.


Nevertheless, it has been dealt with.

So smiley! And both with such skillfully attached heads!

Anyway, it's not my fault that Creamsicle Panda is at my house and his owner? BFF? sidekick..? my boyfriend is in BC, unable to partake in cuddling the little guy's super soft fur and keeping me safe from zombies and other undead things whilst we watch The Walking Dead and reread Abraham Lincoln Vampire Hunter (BTWs,  I don't remember if I blogged about it to say "Hey, this book is really good you guys!" before it was a movie or whatever... but I meant to. Because it is.)

But anyway, back to the bear. He's fuzzy. He's a panda. He's the colour of creamsicles. (I also forgot if I told you about my creamsicle cupcakes I made for my birthday? They tasted like creamsicles! In cupcake form! It was surreal!)

Back to the bear. He's pretty awesome.

And he's a superhero.

Of course he is. How could he not be when I was listening to the score from The Bourne Supremacy while sewing? I mean... come on now.

Try and do something NOT EPIC while this is playing.  

Here's the bear in his get-up: 

Pretty sure this is considered dancing... Pretty sure the dance maneuver pictured is, in fact, 

The Sneaky Pete.

NO, BUT REALLY, HEIGHTS ARE THE WORST

... but you are not heights. You are the opposite of the worst.

The quality of my lyric-writing abilities (poor) is in no way a reflection of how much I adore you.
Also, I seem tone-deaf? How strange and unusual? Choking on my Cheerios 2 minutes before recording this probably had something to do with that.

I HAVE NEVER SAID THIS EVER BEFORE

"Man! Now I just really want to be in the men's room!"

Actually, I maybe have. That time our Grade 12 history class went on a trip to Ottawa and the lineup for the girls' bathroom at the Timmie's in Renfrew was at least 40 people long and I almost peed my pants I might have shouted that before I got my friend to check if there was anyone in the men's room and then just went there. My memory of the moment is not very clear, I was pretty focused on not letting internal organs explode.

The reason I said this today is because my boyfriend texted me this:

9:37- The pizza place I am working at has the chamber of secrets audiobook playing in the mens bathroom



Um. So weird?

And amazing?

I WANNA HAVE AS MUCH FUN AS THESE GUYS

All day.
Every day.



I also wanna see them in concert sometime. I think it would be a freakin' blasty blast.

MY FAVOURITE CATEGORY!

Texts to my Boyfriend:

11:46         How many people are required to be clapping for it to qualify as applause?
11:48         That query is the less-morbid cousin of "What do you have to do for your death to be   upgraded from 'murder' to 'assassination'?"
11:50         Every time I ask this I hope the answer gets better than "You have to be in politics"
11:52         I kind of hope you get these out of order. Then it'll be like Mystery Category Jeopardy!

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.