Makeup is essentially war paint. war paint i dutifully don whenever going into battle

Pics

Hey Peeps,

As promised I uploaded the pictures from my camera and picked the best ones. In order they are a jellyfish, an electric eel, and the camoflague cuttlefish (which I am absolutely smitten with).

The Aquarium

Peeps,

The Wednesday of this week was a wonderful day. It was free day at the California of Sciences Museum. A spectacular day in my opinion. My sweetie and I are once again housesitting in Pittsburg so we had to drive into the city, which made our day start at a horrendous five in the morning. Once we finally got to said museum, we then stood in line for about an hour (which is considerably better than last summer where no less than two and half hours were wasted standing in line) (although my mom was with us and she had just had a deep teeth cleaning where they drug up your mouth so she had the most hysterically adorable lisp and we made her say cinnamon and aluminum the whole time) and finally got inside. I love the museum. I basically had mental orgasms the whole time as I oooohed and aaahhed over just about every tank. Though I was deeply upset they didn't have the giant salamander out I was pleasantly surprised that they had leafcutter ants (one of my favorite ants), and a really cool inch long cuttlefish that put up its tentacles threateningly as I snapped a photo of it. Once I download them onto my comp I'll try to post it on here. Well unless you want to hear me gab about every little thing I'll just leave this post with a, I had a fabulous time, and you should all go there.

There are many things that deeply confuse me. the dishwasher is one of those things

The beach, my Feet, and other randomness

Hey Peeps,
It's taken me this long in life to realize quite truthfully that being on the beach improves my mood drastically. Just being amidst the sand puts my mind at ease, everything just seems ethereal and refreshing. At the beach today I took a nap in the sand, read in a tree, and all over had a grand time.
One thing I'll never understand is Uggs. They're horribly ugly, and they most definitely do not belong near the beach. But there they were, three girls with three pairs of uggs, trotting along the beach like they were in Alaskan snow. (grimaces)
Walking in sand is a wonderful feet exfoliater. I've been oddly conscious of my feet lately. I'm not sure why, but I've taken to thinking about them, one could even say obsessing over them. My feet are rougher than normal, sometimes prone to cracking at the heel, due to my love of walking around barefoot. If ever I could flip my shoes off and go au natural, I do. Though my feet do suffer for it. So I've been pampering my feet lately, even going so far as to pamper them up with little rhinestone nonsenses put on them after painting them. Too bad I don't have a sweetie with a foot fetish. :)

Seagulls at linda mar beach oddly sound like perturbed cats.

Just saw a whale!

A Fly by any other names

Hey Peeps,

I want to admit something. It's been just the worst stain on my mind, eating away at my thoughts whenever I have a spare minute. I killed a living thing the other day, a fly, for the first time in years. And that's not an exaggeration, it's been years since I've intentionally killed something. It happened without hardly any thought, just the quick flick of a magazine and the poor creature lay dead on the ground. Just bare seconds for me to act out. Just a few seconds of not fully thinking and something lay dead on the floor. Awful nausea filled me afterwards, guilt like I've never felt before filled me with grief. It took seconds for me to end something's life that had every right to live. Probably more right than I. Even now days after, I can't help but feel disgusted at myself.

It was just a fly right?

That's what most of you are thinking, or think, but the minute we start devaluing life in such a way, is the minute we start to become less human, in my opinion. It was a fly, but that fly was made by billions of years of evolution to make something so perfect for surviving in today's poisonous landscape. That fly had every right to life as any of you do, as I do. Saying it was just a fly is an excuse, and a poor one at that. It is an excuse to do whatever we please, to go ahead and take things for granted, to destroy what is not a right to us, but an amazing privilege.

That fly probably had more dignity, more honesty, than I will ever have.

It's definitely something I will not soon forget, nor shall I be allowed to. It's when we forget who we are, what we stand for, what we want to be fighting for, and what we should fight for, is when there truly is no hope for our species. That's when we are truly lost.

(sidenote: what's with my capitalization of the first two words in my title, i really need to get a handle on that)