Some pictures. Too tired (still) to write much.
A very big marshmallow.
A phone as old as my grandparents.
What I saw as I left Morelia.
Places June 15, 2008
This is what’s at the place where I want to go, and will go in about a month.
Breathtaking architecture.
This is a random little thing I found at a park on a bench.
Nice job, whoever the artist is.
Missing Mickey October 25, 2007
This is Mickey.
I met Mickey one summer while visiting family in Mexico. One of my Mom’s aunts gave Mickey to me and my sisters as a gift, since we were so devastatingly bored that evening, listening to them chat away about people I didn’t know and places I could’ve cared less about (at the age of ten). My sister and I had an arguement over what we would name it. I wanted it to be named Tweety, but she, being the little, abusive tyrant that she is, decided it would be called Mickey.
Name didn’t really matter. I still loved Mickey, even though I wanted it to be Tweety. I still visit it whenever I stay at my grandparents’ house. It waits inside its rusty cage right outside my bedroom, waiting for me to whistle to it. (In other words, flirt.)
