petit blog post (with chocolate sauce)

Oh dear. It's out in (some) of my family that I have a blog, so now I feel obligated to post more often. This isn't a bad thing really, in fact I count anything that makes me more inclined to post as a blessing, but right now it's pretty late in the evening and I haven't thought of anything about which I can speak, so I think I'll just leave you all with some pictures I took while at my "Aunt" Amy's house.

Camp

We're leaving for Camp (with a capital C) this morning. I will not return until July 3rd. 

I promise to tell you all about it when I get back. 

Ciao. 

"Winter Moon" covers

So. Aunt Sarah is printing hard copies of her latest novel (which has yet to be published) and asked me to design the cover.  If anyone wants to order it you can contact Sarah at dr.sarahwoodbury -at- gmail -dot- com. The horror ones were just for my own amusement, but I've included them anyway. 

 

These first two I love, even though the second doesn't quite fit the tone of the book: 

The next few are horrific:

 

And she ended up picking this one: 

My absolute favourite: 

The end. 

an adorableness overdose

Taran and I played around with my webcam yesterday. 

Behold! 

The looks on our faces are freakishly alike: 

The attack of the velociraptor-claw air-quotes: 

That is all, folks. 

sorry for going AWOL

Lately I have been: 

1. reveling in the mindlessness that is watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer
2. learning how to crochet
3. making an afghan with the aforementioned skills
4. reading
5. rearranging the room Brynne and I share
6. catching up on sleep

I'll probably post a picture of the afghan when it gets done. That may be a while though. 

:D

So. I suppose that the time has come for me to make an official announcement about this. 

I'm leaving for the States next Monday and may not be coming back to China in the fall. In fact, I probably won't be. I'll be living (!) with Brynne and her family instead. *much happiness ensues* 

Now I need to go pack. 

sorry, mom

Last night I had a really, really weird dream. 

I dreamt that I was about seventeen, and I was planning my own funeral. It wasn't because I was sick or anything like that, I don't know why I was thinking about my own funeral at seventeen, but I was. 

The main thing that happened in my dream is that my mother and I argued about flowers, because she wanted to have roses at my funeral, and I said absolutely not. It's kind of funny, because that's exactly what would happen in real life. My mom loves roses and I can't stand them. 

Just throwing this out there: no roses at my funeral. 

Right now I think I want a combination of any of the following: 

• violets
• jasmine
• lilac
• tea olive
• royal paulownia
• wisteria

I will follow in his footsteps...not.

HE is my ancestor. He did THIS. 

I'm so proud.