My First Day in my 24th Year

A wonderful friend point out I'm living in my 24th Year. How very Chinese. I have several things to say, but not enough time to say them. So they will have to wait. It's sort of exciting news and a manifesto on my deciding to become anonymous. Which means the Photo-A-Day will be disappearing for good.

E. Iguana is my sobriquet and I feel like I can't really talk about issues that have played a big part in my life recently. I don't necessarily want people to know who this is and to see my picture anymore. I want to discuss issues freely, but not feel as though I'm going to be persecuted. You'll soon find I have a lot of bitschues to discuss.

It's been really slacking around here for a while. And I'm Getting My Act Together and Taking It On The Road as it were! If the four of you don't like it (oh five now, hi Eric) there's the door. I only needed four of you anyway.

Oh and in other news. See Title of Show. It's totally worth it!

As Tradition States...

This is the day I was born, this is the day I begin.

Happy Birthday

A Different Encounter

Today a Photographer came an took some pictures of me for a project he's working on. Call it sketchy, call it whatever. It was fun. He was very nice and we had been talking through emails for almost a week and a half. It was really cool to watch him go about his business with the lighting and the camera.

He even gave me an early birthday present. Which was sweet and strange, but I so loved it. It was an interesting experience and he said he'll give me some of the prints too.

Sinus Attack

This weather has destroyed my sinuses. Happy Birthday indeed! So much pressure and so much snot. You'll notice I'm not really reporting anything that's going on with my life. I'll give you stuff to know when anything is cemented.

What's Awkward

Is being born 4 days AFTER the 4th of July. Yup, my birthday. July 8th, 1776. Totally awkward.

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Picture-A-Day #80

This is my hair after taking the time to wash it and then going to sleep on it for 6.5 hours.

I took the day off work because I realized how tired I was, how much I was coughing and how much green slime was coming out of my nose. So since 8:30 until basically now (4 PM) I have been sleeping. Thank you Melatonin. I need to go out and buy more tissues.

Hearing Reality

I'm going to test myself. Six days ago I ordered this wonderful pair of headphones. They somehow broke. I am hardly a stranger to broken headphones. No, I am not. Which is why I never go out and buy headphones more that cost more than say $50 and that's the maximum amount. I refuse to believe that a pair of $150 dollar headphones will be any less susceptible to damages than the cheaper pair. Especially, with how randomly the wiring messed up on these.

Now, I panicked because when this happens I need to buy new ones right away. Since iPhones are so clever they have made a jack that only supports iPhone specific headphone plugs. Fuck you Apple, fuck you. Which means you have to basically buy them from an Apple store. Blah blah blah. Seriously? Burden of life, I tell you!

Anyway, I came to realize today that I haven't listened to the world in about four years. I don't know if I'm a rare or common case, but I haven't been on the subway or walked down the street without music playing in my ears for longer than say an hour.

I did it for two purposes. One being that I wanted to drown out the city and possible comments I may hear. The second being, well it's nice to have music.

And you know what. Perhaps I should get used to not having music. Doing things like working in a cubicle may be difficult, but I can do it. Right? I think. We shall see, consider this a test run.

Wall-E and I

So watching Wall-E I was literally in tears because of the following things I have in common with that adorable robot:

• We both are loners — I spent the first 15 years of my life playing by myself. I never had any sleepovers with anyone other than my cousins. No friends. Honestly.
  
• We both grew up surrounded by garbage — My first play area was an abandoned school bus in the garbage dump of the Garage that my dad owned.
  
• We both love musical theater — Um duh.
• We both are hopeless romantics — Despite my activities, I still believe in love. It only takes a moment.

I am am not sure if I should sue Disney/Pixar for stealing my story without my permission and finishing the ending. I am sure though, that Wall-E is a Cancer. Since he was technically born on June 27th.

To the impending day: July 8th

I just sort of planned my Twenty-Threesome Birthday party. Two other people are invited.

Sometimes I feel like I'm dancing as fast as I can. Eh, it's fun.