P(t)oast to Vanny

This is not some tribute to vanity if by any chance you were misled by the title. Anyway, everybody's welcome to view, if in case you are interested to see how... particularly quirky I've become after a few days of madness.

First Off! The Sons of Basilio photos I owe you, Vanessa. (For those who aren't Vanessa, let me explain. One fateful day, she gave me this funny looking egg, and it turns out it has plant-fetus inside! Khewl. So now i'm raising them. This is all in lieu of my past writing <beware shameless plugging here> about an Egg Tree, which I will add, for no reason at all, is found here in my multiply.) I've been documenting their lives for the first few days, stealing shots here and there. Some weren't flattering, but there really is nothing they can do about it, is there.

Alright, that was taken on the onset of uh.. germination? Meh. I was actually surprised that there were four of them. Yes, I expected only one basil plant. Now I have three more mouths to f--water. Hee. Thank you for this utter joy of faux-motherhood (which I will pronounce in French as faw-maudh-whee. Say it with me!)

Ok, so now they grow a bit. And notice how much water I've put! (I just did that for show.)
Kidding! Stop experiencing mock-cardiac arrests! I drown them every single day.


Here is the demo of the 'exercise' I've been telling you about. See how they stretch to reach the light? I discovered that one day, and was quite frustrated to find that no matter where I place them, they always bend. Always. I thought this was unhealthy. So I took it upon myself to make sure that it was all...balanced. Hence, everyday I rotate them so that they wouldn't suffer from any plant-version of a stiff neck. Wonderful.
Isn't that a pretty shot? You can sort of see now who the big brothers are (no allusion whatsoever to that television show which i do not watch, but secretly despise).

Okay! So this is the last shot. They are actually a lot bigger now than they are here in this picture, but it seemed to me that they seemed to be immensely depressed lately. Their leaves just sag like that obscene CSA rat-mache. I didn't have the heart to immortalize them in that state. I suspect it's the lack of space. They're growing children after all, it might be a little cramped in there (I will buy them pots soon). But then it also occurred to me that if I had to live in something like that (points) I'd probably be a little down, too (if not mad).

TAKE A LOOKIE! >>>>>


That's my arm, by the way. An arm that has been touched by Vanny's artistic genius! (Hm, well, technically, mine, because that balloon animal was my idea). But anyway, who cares about credit? Not me. So anyway, the first shot is the outer part of my arm. And initially, that was the only thing Vanny did. But *RARZORS! Vanny got this brilliant idea to draw on the other side of my arm, wherein if i twisted my arm outward (imagine that), I get to 'pop' the balloon animal. Gut-splaying galore.

*Taken from Vanny's vocabulary.

The next object you are about to see would be (according to my post) the sixth thing that had recently made me happy. The lamination. Only, it hasn't been laminated yet in this...rather bad shot. So anyway, I did this for the birthday of a friend of mine, who I fondly call 'Goldfish', 'Goldpishz', '(insert other variant),' and she calls me the same thing. Although, ever since I cut my hair, she's been calling me an 'Ex-Goldfish.' Haha. I found that pretty clever.

And you have to know, the (according to my post) fifth thing that had recently made me happy was the one that inspired me to do this! I will humor you and mention what it is: Abstract illustrations made by some fanatical egoist.
Vanny, I may not understand all your metaphorical riddles, but what say you to my figurative art?
*feels smug and disregards that fact that you do figurative art too*

This morning I was tasked (by my OC sister) to fix my messy papers, materials, and closet. Knowing me, (hm, well, you probably don't) I don't really care where I chuck my things, but by some strange force, I do know where they are. But then I felt sorry for my sister. She's probably strained by my mess, so I get up at 5 am this morning and resolved to fix my things. And HUZZAH!

Although I really am not comfortable showing this rather personal photo to the public, I am quite proud of arranging my hanged clothes by color. Even the hangers!! Oh. Even. The. HANGERS. (I am such a coughcoolcough freak!) That's the neatest my closet has been EVER, even my sister got envious!!

So I sift through my childhood memorabilia (in me closet, yes) and guess what I found:
A badge, Vanessa, a badge! (Inward groan) I never knew I had one. And I'm giving it to you, for being such a Pokemon addict. I think you've earned a coughuncoolcough badge like this one. Pin it on you for all the world to see!!

So anyway, I hope I've delighted you, even just a little :D