Sarah-nade

Last night I went to the pub with 2 of my very good friends, Sarah and Chris (who are engaged to one another, awwww). Sarah is one of my collaborators for this blog, and she tells me hilarious stories everyday.

From now on, her stories will be called Sarah-nades, because she always Sarahnades me with awesome true stories.

So last night we were at the pub, and Sarah goes to the washroom to blow her nose.



She looks up, and in the mirror she can see the girl standing next to her. Her face was covered in water, and she was just staring at Sarah, smiling.



Sarah just looks at her, and finally the wet face lady spoke:



Sarah just stares back at her...



And quickly leaves.

Later that evening, crazy wet faced lady was dancing to the music, which I always find weird in a small pub. Why was her face wet? We're not sure. Maybe she had her head in the toilet. Maybe she felt hot and went to splash water on her face. Who knows. Maybe it was sweat? (ewww).

Stay tuned for more possible Sarahnades, like "Pizza! The Action Movie".

Update:

Come on United States!!! You only have 99 views, and Canada has 690. Disgraceful. Aren't you supposed to be the super power? Super at everything? You're not supposed to let anyone beat you at anything.

Update Again:

Ok ok, USA is now up to 102. But Canada is 696, so.... USA, your game really needs to be stepped up.

Childhood Fright

I was 4 years old. Maybe 5.

My mom had come to pick me up from school. I was a walker. Walkers were kids who lived within walking distance, and we were last to leave, after the bus kids went home. I went outside to the cement square by my classroom door to meet my mom.

We walked home.

When we reached the house, I decided to lag behind, while mom went into the house. I was in the driveway, turned around to face the road, and there it was: the scariest thing my 4 or 5 year old eyes had ever seen.







I started to cry and screamed as loud as I could.


My mom came flying out of the house, thinking I had been hit by a car or mangled by something.


I was pressed up against the garage door, as far away from it as I could get myself. I pointed to the horrible thing.


She looked in the direction I pointed to.



It followed us home.

I didn't know what a cat was. Or maybe I had known from TV, but I had never seen one for real before. I was petrified.

My mom was mad at me.

But thankfully she shooed it away.

Soul Tree

I am currently sitting in the university library.

I just sent off my progress report to my thesis supervisor. It is my updated version because the first one wasn't good enough, as I expected. How could it be when this department put no form of guidance in the thesis package, or on the department website?

I am frustrated with my thesis because I am forced to read and use sources that I think are crap

So I drew this picture, because I feel that with each hour I dedicate to my thesis, a piece of my soul dies.


My soul tree....the leaves are slowly falling away.

Brainstorm Picture New and Improved

One of my collaborators adored my brain storm picture from the last entry, but thought I should have added something more. So here it is, new and improved:



They are zombies, catching brains on their tongues, like we do with snow flakes. Let the feasting begin!