I Crack Myself Up

My obsessive-compulsive tendencies are showing... oh well, it's liberating.

Reject Turtle

Turtle Update: The turtle's eyes aren't so puffy anymore and he even opens them once in a while. He is eating a lot more now too. I saw him take a chomping bite out of a turtle pellet, but his eye sight is still not fully there so he isn't very accurate in his aim at times. He's so cute!

*Note: "TCHS" stands for the local high school.

EDM Challenge #61: Collection

Accompanying entry: "Clocks, to me, represent the inevitable. Everyday, every single second, a little bit of time slips away and there's nothing we can do about it. They just sit there, those clocks, silently ticking away. Yea, it's kinda morbid, but it's also a constant reminder to spend what precious time we're given wisely... I've noticed that clocks are such slave-drivers. When the hour hand points to a certain number and the minute hand points to another certain number, we automatically go to work, or turn on the TV for our favorite show, or get ready for bed... We seem to be in a constant battle with time. There never seems to be enough of it. Or we're always fighting to stay ahead of it. Funny how we usually end up playing catch-up... Time is just such a cool phenomenon. I don't really want it to control me nor do I want to fight with it. I wonder what it'd be like if no clocks existed. Would my orderly self automatically know when to do what? Or would I find myself with, well, a lot of time on my hand?