i dyed my hair, unpacked my camera and regained access to my hacked photobucket account. the only things i've done lately have been avoiding my roommates, avoiding my boss at work, and watching 17 Again on repeat. (although i've started skipping through the Chandler-based parts due to the fact that he is gross and doughy and I AM ONLY HERE FOR ZAC). summer is so cathartic.
anyway, enough of the inane rambling, here is my face



looking unimpressed, relearning how to use the self timer.



hag



HERRO



that is a picture of my cat inexplicably sitting on top of a pole which emerges from the forest that is my old backyard.



vancouver wearther doing its thang.


the end