green apples

Earlier this morning Einstein tried to jump onto my lap but slipped, in order to avoid hitting the floor in a harmless undignified heap he clung to my arm, after sound cussing and much pain, I wound up with some vaguely questionable-looking scratches on my forearm. Which in and of itself isn't such a remarkable occurrence considering that, well, I have a cat.

But.

I also have a tendency to clumsiness and I'm prone to accidents like cutting my thumb while chopping veggies or something along those lines. Again, nothing note worthy that doesn't happen to everybody and their mamas. I do, however, have this job where I've been seen crying and where people like to assume things out of freaking thin air. Like this mother who came to bring cake for the kiddies and upon looking at the wounds wells scratches on my arm decided to go to the counselor and ask her to see me, the counselor then proceeded to ask about my life, my boyfriend, my career, my family, my potty training everything she could think of to make sure that I was not cutting myself.

Yeah.

I mean, it's understandable, my boyfriend works at a copy shop, my family is spread thing along the entire continent, I'm studying psychology (the forgotten, weaker, lamer cousin twice removed of any kind of natural science) in a university known for it's outstanding (ish) business school, clearly it's gotta be so sad and depressing being me. Clearly self-harm is the natural conclusion.

I wonder what would have happened had I attempted to hide the scratches, or hey, if I didn't have pictures of my cat all over the place in my cellphone. Might have gotten institutionalized right then and there.

Fortunately the counselor saw things for what they were (classicist paranoia, mostly) and let me off the hook. Things were then improved further when checking the flist and finding lovely things such as winterlive  making people happy out of the goodness of her heart,  Mr POTUS and Mr VPOTUS being kind of awesome (as usual) and, oh yeah, this.

Comments owed and emails to reply to will have to wait until I've showered. Please, before you leave, do take a moment of your time to love on my new icon, thank you.

I've actually had a IJ account for a few weeks now, it's still mostly for LJ backup purposes, but if you wish to friend me there, I'll friend you back, in fact it is highly likely I'll friend you even if you don't friend me at all, I've been known to do that. Anyway, I'm coffee_and_ink over there ::takes a moment to love user name::

In another front, thanks to icymorning  I got to see this first thing in the morning, and so I'm spreading the love. 



Um, I achieved the crane this morning? Am incredibly proud, thereby nullifying the whole point of yoga. Maybe I'll ponder on my ways after I'm done basking in the joy. Joy is good.

That pics meme that's been doing the rounds on my flist. Well, monkey sees, monkey does.

The Rules:
1. Answer each of the questions below using [Flickr]
2. Choose a photo from the first three pages.
3. Copy the URL of your favorite photo into this site.
4. Then share with the world.

( it's a colorful place )

Since everyone and their mamas are doing this, I'm doing it too. Peer pressure, anyone?

Instructions:
Take a picture of yourself right now.
Don't change your clothes, don't fix your hair - just take a picture.
Post that picture with NO editing.
Post these instructions with the picture.

( 'tis my tired!face )
But the world looks better now, after a HIGHLY intellectual conversation with Cas wherein Supernatural and Jensen's arms were discussed with only the bare minimum of dolphin noises required. We are heroes.

A while ago I promised liptonrm that I'd post pictures of Cordoba and sort of repay her for the vicarious experience she provided while visiting Toronto.

Architecture is, in my opinion, what makes a city beautiful, in my dreams, every city in the world will have found the way to balance buildings with parks, open sky schools for children and glass windows instead of walls for hospital bedrooms (so you can see the outside, not so the outside can see you), residence buildings will have communal gardens/backyards and I will live in a house with a porch where I will sit to read the afternoon away and will not be bothered with the noise of cars because people will ride bikes to work, will walk and will love to breath clean air... but that's not what I'm showing here, oddly enough, most of the pictures I've taken of the city are sadly lacking on natural subjects, there are trees of course, but they're not the subjects of the pic itself, they're just part of the composition (when it actually looks like a composition, mind), maybe it's because I haven't actually left the city that many times and have no perspective on the surrounding greenery.

There are at least hundreds of photos you will not be seeing because they're out of focus are not digitalized and I no longer have a scanner, nor do I have the time/patience to upload them all into the internetz, even if I did have a scanner, the second reason also applies to the ones taken with a digital camera; but there is enough material to grant more than one post on the subject.

IMAGE HEAVY. DUH.


There'll be more, as I find stuff in my hard drive and make friends with my cam again. Hope y'all enjoyed the little, rambly tour.