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This is one of the cutest pictures of Christian ever.

Piece of Art Poster

The rumours are true. The ever elusive Zenga Bros are looking for studio mates.
The poster that Christian tacked to the bulletin board at Emily Carr, rather than having rectangular shaped tear-off tabs at the bottom, had a bunch of fingers that you could rip off instead.

The Title of This Art Show Makes Me Ill

I was in an art show a while back, in the Concourse Gallery at my school. It was called Ill'n, or something like that. I had a little tiny illustration in it that I wasn't especially proud of, which was okay because it was so small. Illustrators can get pretty nerdy. Below is a picture of me looking as strange as I felt at that moment in time. To my right is the smallish drawing.

Desk Life

This is where Jordan makes things, grows cacti and does homework.
Unbeknownst to her, that green chair, pictured here, will later break while she is talking to her best friend on the phone causing her to fall on the floor in a very slow manner.

Brittany & Aaron's Wedding

here are a few photos of us at aaron and brittany's wedding.
actually, only one.
we love each other

Adventures with shelby (part 2)

Two beautiful girls enjoying their lunch in beautiful British Columbia.

Adventure Girls

I snapped this photo while we were leaving the camp site.

After a long clime up the falls.

Adventures with shelby (part 1)

Just finished scanning some of the negatives from our adventures with Shelby. We spent the weekend driving around in a hip volkswagen cabriolet. Shelby looked pretty styling sitting in the back with her pink ray bans and blond hair.

Lynn suspension bridge

Jordan and Shelbys driver getting weird.

Sisters. Cute.

We're Back!

Action, horror, comedy, drama and romance!

We're back, and we're mad.


(about blogging)

NEWNESS OLDNESS

Part I: NEWNESS

As you may have noticed, our blog has undergone a radical change in appearance. I impulsively decided to make these alterations at midnight, while I was supposed to be finishing a huge project that is due tomorrow. Earlier in the day I felt like giving myself an impromptu haircut, again when I was supposed to be working on school stuff.

What can I say... I guess deadlines bring out my spontaneity!
[insert laugh track]



Part II: OLDNESS

Here are only a few pictures from our trip to Oregon and beyond. They are mostly of Christian, because those are some of my favourites, naturally. The real reason is, for whatever reason I have still not transferred the photos from the cd onto my computer. These photos are the few that I have loaded, so.. yes they are my preferred images. If I were to give a name to our adventure it would be

STRANGE PLACES TO SLEEP, BRIEF ENCOUNTERS WITH AUTHORITY & SURPRISES FROM FROZEN PRECIPITATION & CO.

this is probably the most bizarre photo i've ever taken. please note, the bulging utter to the left of christian's head. it is also snowing.

christian played candyland with me in our hostel one night. i'll let you guess who won.
(by a landslide)

i bought christian "the world's biggest cookie" in seattle.

this is a beach along the coastline, you may recognize that rock from the goonies.
breathtaking really.

christian as a domestic ogre furniture shopping with his small family.


the end!

BADNESS

Today I arrived home to find my window busted open, my desk littered with papers, and the cool night breeze blowing my curtains. Yes, you've guessed it, tonight I experienced my first break and enter.

My roommate's fancy camera was stolen, which was the most noteworthy item that was taken. Luckily since I've been house sitting at Ben's- my laptop is there. And luckily, other than my laptop.. I don't own anything of any monetary value. My bet is, is that it was the same guy who stole my bike. Aaron came over to put his finger prints all over the crime scene and give me a hug. Consequently he is on a list to have his fingerprints put in the "system".

Today both of our worst nightmares came true.

Twenty One

Hello Devoted Readers,

I must preface this belated post with an apology. It has been too long. There have been many 'ventures since we last spoke and I'll do my darnedest to get you all caught up.

This challenge I must tackle solo, for my friend Christian has quite literally, deserted me. Yes, you've guessed it... Christian has left for Ethiopia. Something to do with bicycles, I don't really know.
Consequently, my diet has been reduced to pure sugar. Also, while my projected productivity levels looked to increase during his absence, they instead have significantly decreased. Now I spend my time eating candy for every meal, reminiscing about the 'good ol' days', taking naps and playing sad songs on homemade instruments.

Just kidding- although the candy statement is close to true, and I often reminisce... I did have a nap today.. Okay, so those are all truths. Let's be honest here.

I'll take this moment to direct your attention to the title of this post, "Twenty One".
There is this myth that circulates through some of the older Huizenga brothers, that is- anything of any importance, that can be counted or assigned some numerical value, is always.. magically & mystically 21.

I have tried my best to ignore and denounce this fallacy by pointing out, "Look, it's not 21 o'clock!", or "I'm not holding 21 pieces of candy corn!", and the like. Today, much to my dismay.. 21 is staring me right in the face.

Today is the 21st day that Christian has been away.
In 21 days he will in Uxbridge.He won't be able to contact me for 10 days, which will be on the 21st of the month.
And he is 21 years old.

Twenty One. Incredible.
More to come, here's a teaser.

PROJECT BOOK REVIEW!

So, one of my goals for 2011 is to both read more and to keep track of the books that I have read.
Thus the birth of....

tada!

This will work in two parts, or we shall hope.
Firstly, to serve as my accountability partner in this fervent book reading & remembering expedite I seek to effectuate.

Secondly, perhaps to you recommend a delightful read, or instead warn you of a terrible screed!

I must confess my eyes were bigger than my stomach and I'm only reading a book a month. I was projecting close to 3 or 4, which is unreasonable with school on the go.
Anywho! I'm only two months behind, with two books behind me.. you can expect two timely reviews!



**I have never written a book review before, just a disclaimer. Also, probably good to simultaneously note & confess that I have likely started more books than I have finished.

SINK FINK!

While washing my hands the other day I just started laughing. It was the first time in my life that I noticed the personality of the sink. Sinks can be pretty hilarious. I now smile every time I use a sink.

The Great White Lady of the West

A few months ago, over some hot tea with friends, we began talking about the mysteries of the sea... as many conversations do digress. Our good friend Tobias began ranting about the Great White Lady of the West, claiming to have once seen her for a split second on the seabus. Intrigued, we implored him to tell us the story of the Great White Lady of the West. It goes a little something like this:

In the early 1900's, in Northern Vancouver by the sea, there began a heightened interest in sea folklore, specially in the age old lore of mermaids. Fishermen in the area were especially interested in the prospect of mermaids, with such long weeks away at sea away from their wives. Stories of men becoming so enthralled with mermaids that they gave themselves to the sea also arose, but the men refused to believe that a creature could be that beautiful. One night, while all of the fishermen upon the SS Beryte were fast asleep, the night watch Matthew Grayson began to feel his eyelids becoming heavier as he drifted in and out of sleep. With his slitted eyes, from out of the dark waters Grayson saw a streak of dazzling white. Startled, he stammered to the edge of the boat, hands gripping the bottom rung of the railing, his nose nearly touching the water. Again, from the depths of the night water came into vision the most beautiful woman he had ever lay eyes on. After a few cross-eyed minutes of watching this water woman swim around, the woman became aware of his ogling presence. The mermaid slowly swam to the surface, careful to remain completely submerged and a cautious distance away from Matthew. A few lines of unimportant dialogue passed between them, to which the white lady cut to the chase and invited Matthew to enter the water and go for a swim with her. Matthew blindly began stripping his clothes off, ready to jump in the water with this enchanting mer-lady. After tediously unbuttoning his undershirt, he was suddenly reminded of his beautiful wife and young son at home... it was as if he had suddenly snapped out of a trance and was able to at last clearly evaluate the situation. He stuttered out an apology to the lady who had begun moving closer to the boat, her tail flicking, agitated. She began to tell stories to him, of his unhappiness at home, his unfulfilling life on the ship, and conversely the satisfaction life under the sea would bring; Matthew began doubting his decisions. Matthew lowered his head slowly to the water as the mermaid mirrored his actions, swimming closer and closer to the surface. Matthew's wedding band clicked against the rungs of the railing, momentarily bringing him to reality again, as he averted his eyes for a few seconds to reminisce upon his family awaiting his return. With a powerful swish of the mer-lady's tail, she emerged from the water and Matthew was able to see her for what she was, a grotesque, white blob from the sea hungry for his flesh. Through her wide open mouth he heard the cries of warning from his fellow seamen who had been tricked by the sea lady from her fat cave of a stomach. Matthew was able to scamper back on deck and live to tell the story of the Great White Lady of the West, but others were not so lucky. The story of the origin of the White Lady is that she was a housewife to an unfaithful fisherman and she was so heartbroken, that she gave herself to the sea. Years under the water made her skin white as the moon and her heart as black as the night, vowing to seek revenge on her husband and all unfaithful seamen alike.

After we heard this story, we knew we had to see her for ourselves. So, Tobias sent us on a journey.

Past the tree split into two along the seawall.

Along the treacherous cliff, over the ocean.

Dive into the ocean, swim into the sea cave.

There she is!

She's hideous!