Picture This.

If a picture is truly worth 1000 words - I should be able to write a novel about these ones - Enjoy the funny pictures I've taken in the various places I've been :)

Do these pants make my hips look big?

Ah yes, my little sister is so much like me.

It was a hard winter...

If you look closely, you will see that there are two people in this picture - and they are not being very appropriate. I was very stealthy in taking it.

Just another Hansen family portrait.

Why the heck is there a monkey in this picture? And what is a chute fall?

The thing that is weird about this is that when there was a moose in the road, the lights were blinking. How does that even happen? Did the moose push a button?

Please slow down cats. You're moving so fast....I just want to pet you....

I tricked you! You've been caught and now you are mine!

Is that dog wearing a helmet?

I've never met a bland Italian.

I don't know what this means, but here it is.

Yes, Matt. Keep paddling.

If I Should Die Before I Wake.

Today has not been very productive.

I mean, not in the sense of getting any studying or unit planning done. I got a lot of cleaning done, and I painted for 2 hours. I dyed my hair.

I think I have a mental block because I have a few doctors appointments this week - one (tomorrow) at which I will be put under for a little while.

But I keep thinking what if I'm that person who has a complication? Do I want to spend the last hours of my life unit planning? I think not.

In the .0001% chance that I decide to hit up Jamie and the Heavenly Fiesta in the sky, I'd like to have had enjoyed my life the day of, and the day before.

Like I said. This way of thinking is not exactly conducive to academic productivity. Plus, I'm just being a little morbid. But what's life (or death) without a good chuckle?

Can't Take My Eyes Off of You.

Don Quixote didn't have a bad plan, did he?

He lived in his books. His books came alive. Life and dreams, they became the same.

Wouldn't that be something?

That's what I want, a lot of the time. I want my life and dreams to be the same. I want to blur the line. I don't want to know fact from fiction.

But that's not the way life is.

Not for me. Or you.

I'm glad it happened for someone, though.

A Poem You Can Read

The Man of La Mancha, an Ingenious Gentleman

a knight-errant

who is Don Quixote

who is Alonso Quixano

and who is also Don Quijote

and tío

and Master

and friend

and beloved character,

who reads all night

asks why not live a storybook life -

who is armor and wisdom

who tosses lances at windmills

who loves horses and Sancho and,

above all, chivalry -

his dreams are alive and

he is living his dreams - he

who tells princesses; prostitutes,

lords; thieves, prisoners; actors

and Sancho, and Rocinante

that he loves Dulcinea:

"..her beauty is superhuman, since all the impossible and fanciful attributes of beauty which the poets apply to their ladies are verified in her"

who sends her gifts

and love letters -

whose heart is broken

because he cannot even

make her

learn

his

name -

who cannot win her,

cannot make her love him back

doesn't galavant around anymore -

has put the golden helmet down,

retired Rocinante,

has locked away his books

and thrown away his soul

round eyes open to what everyone else sees

has decided

there are bigger adventures

somewhere grander

and wonders

who will love him, who?

Nuggets of Knowledge

Enjoy my snarky comments, accumulated over the years of being nothing but a student:

"The Faery Handbag" If Zofia is lying, then it's just an ugly bag & she's just a grandma with too much time on her hands. Jake is dead or ran away & who knows who Ratan is...the mailman? But if Zofia is telling the truth then it's probably not to carry the bag. Who knows - your wallet, your dad and your boyfriend could all disappear in there. If, you know, it's a real portal.

Personal Ad: Hello! My name is Diane and I am 21 years old. I am tall and I like tall men. I have short hair and so I don't like guys with longer hair than me. I am nice and I have good self-esteem. I like to exercise. I don't like guys who are conceited, stubborn or who have a lot of bad habits. (This is much funnier in spanish...which it was originally written in...)

From my Ed Psych class: Children are just little barbarians in need of a civilization.

Paranoia: being afraid of ghosts. the feeling that someone is watching/chasing/following you - like a stalker. that feeling you get when you wake up from a nightmare. the idea that you forgot to turn something in or off - "are they looking at/talking about me?" - dark windows with no blinds. knowing you've done something wrong, and not wanting anyone else to know (but assuming someone does) - not that i've done anything wrong, though. hypochondria.

Random note from a page: ...like they say, you need discomfort & disequilibrium to learn - so I'm probably learning a lot in this class. These kinds of activities give me anxiety.

Marginalia worth sharing:

Zombie - Finger Smash!

I love penguins

Cradle to Prison...

Is it good to be smart? sometimes.

You are so important. Never underestimate who you are.

Loveless marriage? --> Don't marry older women.

Dear future children: people suck. Dont let other people's stupidity bring you down.

The Billy Goat Gruff Opened His Mouth and Swallowed The Troll Whole.

Lonely words falling

from left

to right

D

O

W

N

the page

only to land atop each other

in a mess that will never make sense.