Cupcakes

Feel the love.

X: Face it, nobody actually gives their neighbours cupcakes out of the goodness of their hearts. It’s just not normal.
S: Well, why not?
X: It’s one of those things you do to soften the blow when you need to tell them something bad. Like, “I accidentally killed your bird” or “You have a STD”.
S: I think you’ll need something better than cupcakes for that last one…
X: I meant metaphorically.
S: How do you metaphorically give somebody a STD?
X: Not what I meant.
S: I know.
X: Bitch.

Procrastination

Hello, my name is Sherry. I take pictures when I’m bored and should be studying.

I know I shouldn’t fall for the wiles and seduction of megapixels, but can I just say how much I love the details on that shot?

I guess taking a picture of your reading doesn’t actually count as real studying does it?

Surprise!

So I had to go back to Mississauga tonight for my post-op appointment tomorrow morning. When I got on the bus, I called home to tell them I was on my way but the line was busy. I call back 20 minutes later, still busy so I try my brother’s cell phone hoping he was home so he can tell my mom that I’m on my way. My brother’s on his drive back from work so I wait another 20 minutes and call home again. Still no answer and by now I’m about 10 minutes away from the bus terminal. I call my brother again and since he’s also about 10 minutes away from the bus terminal, he says he’ll swing by and pick me up.

I go home and my mom is still on the phone. I say hi to her while I go to my room but she doesn’t see me or I guess hear me. I go downstairs to watch SportsCentre and when she comes down she walks RIGHT BY ME until she’s halfway in the kitchen and she’s all “SHERRY!” like she’s surprised to see me. She asked me how I got home and asked if I took the transit home. I’m tempted to say yes but then I just tell her Po came to pick me up. Apparently there’s some serious stuff going down at her church because she’s been on the phone all night about it. My cousin’s English tutor was supposed to come by tonight and showed up at 10:30 apologizing that it was late and explaining that he had to cancel tonight but couldn’t get through on the phone. Heh. She only just hung up too.

I think I’m going to go buy a new fish tomorrow. I’ve already decided he’s going to be named Alfishsson.

Security Blanket No More

I finally cut my hair today. Results underneath the jump.

I think I hid underneath my hair for awhile. When I was in middle school I went through this phase where I basically cut off all my hair and didn’t want to look feminine at all. When I started high school and you know, got my act together finally, I decided to grow out my hair and uh…see what happens. There were many awkward in-between phases where your hair is mid-length and it just does not look right.

My hair’s been pretty much been the same style since university. I have really thick hair, a genetic gift from my mother of course. It’s sort of weighing me down, which looks especially awkward for somebody who’s small like me. I’m also never happy with my hair. Sometimes I think I really want a huge, drastic change but I know I would miss having long hair if I cut it too short.

He is Franz Kafka!

I’ve always wanted a cat but I’ve never actually owned any pets before. I had a hamster when I was really young but he died an untimely death, as they’re prone to do. Suffice it to say, that did traumatize me for a bit. MamaS doesn’t like cats so much; she thinks they’re too snooty and have a bad attitude.

Our neighbourhood has a lot of cats that just like to wander around outside aimlessly. I guess they’re pretty smart creatures since they always seem to find their way back home and I rarely see any “MISSING PET” posters around. Then again, this might just be having no idea about how owning a pet works.

We first met Kafka a couple of years ago. It was around reading week and our friends Ian and Amanda were up to visit in Hamilton. We came back from a night out one evening and saw him wandering up and down the streets. He came up to us and we petted him for a bit before heading home. While we were in the kitchen talking, Ian randomly pointed to the window and yelled “CAT!”. After first thinking that he officially lost it, we noticed that the cat had indeed followed us home and was spying on us through our kitchen window.

We let him in, he ran around the house for awhile and almost electrocuted himself on some power bars before we finally decided to confine him to the living room so we wouldn’t have to chase him all over the place. We named him Kafka because we had just spent the weekend watching this episode of “Home Movies” and we were singing the song all weekend, randomly…even on several crowded buses.

We ran into Kafka a lot around the neighbourhood and he’d follow us home every time. Sometimes he’d even show up randomly on our doorstep. We’d let him in and he’d hang out in the living room with us, take a nap and then go home. Sometimes we’d feed him but we didn’t want him getting testy or anything if we didn’t happen to have any food for him.The thing is, Kafka hasn’t been around for a couple of months now. While I was heading to work, I ran into him sitting on the steps of another house up the road. I went over to say hi to him and he came over but promptly turned up his tail and went the other way. I think he’s forgotten about all of those fun times we had where we either a) confined him to the living room or b) chased him all over the house to get him to stop going into places he shouldn’t be in and having him bite and scratch us as a result.I think I miss Kafka because I missed having a pet without any of the commitment. Sure, I enjoyed having him chase around a piece of string and sleeping on our couch. But at the end of the day, we’d always send him home to somebody else who got to feed him and clean up after him.

We did figure out his real name was Doomers and which house he actually lived in. Apparently, over the summer Laenne saw missing posters for him and it turns out he was quite the adventurous cat. He had been living in somebody else’s house all summer while they weren’t there. What a devious little bugger.

Penguin Grooming 101

This handsome fellow here is Mini. He’s one of 15 stuffed penguins my housemate Laenne owns. Mini’s the largest one of all of them, of course and he’s the one that gets hugged most often. As a result, he’s also the most filthy. Laenne’s had him for a couple of years now and that’s a lot of hugs from a lot different people carrying all sorts of germs until now. Since today was a rather lazy Sunday for all of us, we decided (well, I sort of forced them) to take up the task of giving Mini a much-needed bath.

Right now he’s drying in between an Ab-Chair and some hockey sticks. I just might have a future in stuffed penguin grooming.