Under most circumstances, i'm not a teeny-bopper. I can generally keep my excitement under control, or at least feign compusre until i get in my car and start squealing. Generally I can, that is, except when it comes to Gilmore Girls; when the most eotionally literate, humrous and good-hearted coffee addicts come into it, i just can't help myself.. I deserve pom-poms, dammit.

i love kirk, not sure why, i just do.

Here's a graffito (singular form, yo?) i saw while in Wales recently. Initially i took an interest in it because i thought it was quite funny, and had pause to hope that i had found undeniable proof that somewhere out there, my long-lost twin might just be doing all the things that i wish i could do. After getting the evidence home however i began to re-evaluate my stance on the issue. I took stock of the facts and it suddenly seemed unlikely that there was a material manifestation of all of my hopes and dreams just wandering the streets of Aberystwyth. With this somewhat regrettable realisation came the rather wonderous thought that instead, someone must have risked a fairly large fine - and perhaps, if they were re-offending, a potentially life-altering spell in some sort of reform centre - just to write 'fart' on a piece of public property.

My faith in humanity being completely restored, i would just like to take this moment to thank whomever it was that made this work of art with such disregard for his or her own safety, not to mention the owner of the wall's rights.

(f)art.

I love Little Miss Sunshine. I don't think i've laughed so much during a film since Man On The Moon.

you know what?
Fuck beauty contests. Life is one fucking beauty contest after another - school, then college, then work? fuck that.

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I took this photo on Thursday morning, for some reason i was awake early, it was my favourite type of morning - the air was clear and cold, and the ground was frosty - and i just happened to glance out of the window at the same time that pheasant was scavenging around the neighbour's bird-table. I (perhaps stupidly, or perhaps due to my journalistic pre-dispositions ;)) ran to my room to get my camera and, luckily, it (i don't know how to differentiate between the gender without inspecting closely, which was not really a possibility) was still there when i returned and i was able to grab this photo. Having the camera at hand and with it being such a wonderful morning, i decided to take a stroll n the garden and ended up watching the birds in the trees and the bird-feeders for what felt like hours. I know practically nothing of the animal kingdom and all of the subtelty of animal behaviour, so it was only fascinating on a very superficial level to me (compared to say, that of a ornithologist).

Now, i'd love to be enamoured with the intricacies of the birds, but it's all so dark out there. So many things unknown and unseen. On the one hand it's awe-inspiring, and on the other it's absolutely terrifying that so much can be missed. Anyway, i'm (still) reading Pilgrim at Tinker Creek, and in the second chapter (ahem) she talks about seeing. I liked this passage, it's not particularly profound (except in it's truth) i just loved the subtelty it implied, and also it mentioned caterpillar droppings:

A book i read when i was young recommended an easy way to find caterpillars to rear: you simply find some fresh caterpillar droppings, look up, and there's your caterpillar.

mum drew my attention to how igaly was acting yesterday. She's odd, but i love her dearly (igaly that is, not my mum - who, while i love her dearly, can't really be described as being hugely odd).

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