Edge Of Your Seat Reading

Translation: At the library, we looked at a good book.

I'm not sure why, but the two people that represent my entire class seem to be synchronously chanting the word "Go".


Last day in town. Bags are (mostly) packed. Fingers crossed that I don't get the screaming baby and/or morbidly obese neighbour. Thanks for the good times, America.

With Onlookers, No Less

Heading up to Toronto after spending the last five days in New Orleans. It's strange to think but in two weeks I'll be back in Australia, ending my six month run of waiting for airplanes and sleeping on couches. Huh.


As for this gem of a journal entry, I'd like to provide a translation but I have no idea how that sentence is supposed to read. Somewhere in there I'm apparently measuring a table but I also appear to be lusting after a boy named Tim.

Elementary Gulag

From my kindergarten journal. I wonder what prompted such a bleak caption. Note the one-eyed people, strictly 2D plane, and neo-cubist mullets -- all trademarks of my 5 year old penmanship.

Jornal?

This is one of my many kindergarten journals. Every morning, we had to write an entry and get the teacher to proof-read it. I recently rediscovered a giant stash of these things and will try to post some material soon.