summertime and the livin's easy 

I hate comic sans

Really, I do.

thought process. 

Fancy Like Tokyo

So, here is a really late post of some pictures from my little trip to BC with Serena and Kristian. That was, what, a month ago? Ah well.

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So our trip began with a mouthful of radishes and a renewed respect for Serena. 

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Welcome to Marysville.  

We went on a walk and got lost on a golf course.
 

We were wandering by a waterfall and Serena asked (this is going to sound really sadistic, but you have to know Serena): "Would you rather fall off an unfamiliar waterfall in the dark to your death or be drowned by a loved one?" I just liked that she specified that it was an unfamiliar waterfall, like if it was a waterfall that you knew, it would be okay.
 

(In Fernie) I have no shame. 

Of course no road trip would be complete without plenty of stops at obscure points of interest. Like the big truck in Sparwood, for example. 

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We even stopped at the over-photographed tree. And photographed it. 

I thought it was funny how extremely happy I seem to be that I am in a cave. Hurrah for caves! 

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Back in flat, flat, flat Alberta 

Throw a coin in the fountain of dust

I was just looking at my bank account activity. I never thought I would fall victim to that evil Starbucks but they are slowly stealing my money from me - $4.39 at a time - and all I get in return is a delicious... creamy...

Uh, I gotta go.

Killer Bees and Bee-Killers

It was such a beautiful day.
If I was going to spend it inside, I was at least going to let some fresh air in. I opened the back door wide and went to change my clothes. From my room, I heard a loud buzzing noise coming from the kitchen.
The biggest bee I have ever seen came whirring towards me. Now, I've seen bees. This thing was more like a flying rat.
I was finally able to catch him with the largest bowl in the house. The fact that I thought I needed to put a book on top of the bowl is a testament to how big he was.

So there it sat:

For three hours he buzzed angrily inside. I wasn't about to let him out. My plan was just to leave him there for someone else to get rid of. Jord came over (and scoffed at the book on top of the bowl, I might add). Then our little bee friend escaped. How is that even possible?? There was a book on top!  

He's dead now. In a jar. I put the lid on because I think he might be faking it but I'm pretty sure. I feel awful.