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Sunday, August 28, 2005
more on monkey
I will finish the one-eyed monkey later. I thought I would put up what I had so far. Let me know what you think so far.
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Tuesday, August 23, 2005
The One Eyed Monkey
In the land of the monkeys where the trees towered higher than most rickety man-made constructions, there was a monkey by the name of Zimbala who enjoyed his privacy. He lived in the old cracked grey tree on the very outskirts of the land; it was so ancient that none of the other trees, let alone the monkeys, even remembered when it first began to sprout.
Zimbala was an odd monkey who looked much like the tree he lived in. He was just as grey and cracked looking as the old tree, and his arms were always rigid like the branches on the tree. His knees looked much like the hard gnarled knots found on the trunk of the tree. His walk even seemed to mimic the swaying of the tree in the wind.
Even if Zimbala didn't look odd. He would still have been considered odd by all of the monkey kingdom. He really did not care for bananas, but he did not eat anything as far as the other monkeys could tell.
He spent many of his days wondering far out into the deserted and unexplored wasteland. His closest neighbors as they ate their bed-time bananas could hear him coming back long after the moon had risen over the trees. They just shoke their heads and didn't care to think about what he actually did in on the dry cracked land beyond the kingdom. ¶ 4:50 PM 0 Comments
Zimbala was an odd monkey who looked much like the tree he lived in. He was just as grey and cracked looking as the old tree, and his arms were always rigid like the branches on the tree. His knees looked much like the hard gnarled knots found on the trunk of the tree. His walk even seemed to mimic the swaying of the tree in the wind.
Even if Zimbala didn't look odd. He would still have been considered odd by all of the monkey kingdom. He really did not care for bananas, but he did not eat anything as far as the other monkeys could tell.
He spent many of his days wondering far out into the deserted and unexplored wasteland. His closest neighbors as they ate their bed-time bananas could hear him coming back long after the moon had risen over the trees. They just shoke their heads and didn't care to think about what he actually did in on the dry cracked land beyond the kingdom. ¶ 4:50 PM 0 Comments
Sunday, August 14, 2005
Tuesday, August 09, 2005
Time to Go Home--almost
For all those interested, I'll be coming home this friday on the Twelfth. I will miss scotland, but at least I had this oppurtunity. I think it is too bad that I couldn't do a full semester. Oh well.
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Sunday, August 07, 2005
Highland Games
Well, I went to the Bridge of Allan Highland games today. They were fun. I think my favorite event is the hammer throw.
Actually my favorite event is the crowd of people. It's great to find a spot on the grass by an area that is a main through way. I could sit for hours just watching the different people walk through with their families. I also enjoy it when little babies in strollers notice me just sitting there and they crane their necks as they pass watching me until I'm out of their site. I really didn't see too many odd people out and about though. There was this one guy with tattoos and on the small of his back he had a tattoo of "Boo" in big gothic letters. I personally thought that was a little strange. Now, if it was glow in the dark that would make sense to me.
Anyway, the other day when I was in St. Andrews, it started raining, so Colleen and I made it into a coffee shop and sat playing War, which we never actually finished because it was the un-ending game. Well, this family comes in with a little babe who looks over and smiles at me. Then, after that everytime I looked away from him he would scream "Daaaaaa" causing me to look at him. I felt horrible because the parents were trying to calm him down and I was creating a problem by looking everytime, so then I tried to ignore him which made it worse. I felt horribly obstructive and I didn't know what to do. But it was a cute kid wearing overalls and holding a strawberry in his hand with some sort of food around the corners of his mouth. He couldn't seem to decide whether he wanted to eat the strawberry or continue screaming daaaa! ¶ 9:26 AM 0 Comments
Actually my favorite event is the crowd of people. It's great to find a spot on the grass by an area that is a main through way. I could sit for hours just watching the different people walk through with their families. I also enjoy it when little babies in strollers notice me just sitting there and they crane their necks as they pass watching me until I'm out of their site. I really didn't see too many odd people out and about though. There was this one guy with tattoos and on the small of his back he had a tattoo of "Boo" in big gothic letters. I personally thought that was a little strange. Now, if it was glow in the dark that would make sense to me.
Anyway, the other day when I was in St. Andrews, it started raining, so Colleen and I made it into a coffee shop and sat playing War, which we never actually finished because it was the un-ending game. Well, this family comes in with a little babe who looks over and smiles at me. Then, after that everytime I looked away from him he would scream "Daaaaaa" causing me to look at him. I felt horrible because the parents were trying to calm him down and I was creating a problem by looking everytime, so then I tried to ignore him which made it worse. I felt horribly obstructive and I didn't know what to do. But it was a cute kid wearing overalls and holding a strawberry in his hand with some sort of food around the corners of his mouth. He couldn't seem to decide whether he wanted to eat the strawberry or continue screaming daaaa! ¶ 9:26 AM 0 Comments
Wednesday, August 03, 2005
Arse! Is that what they call it?
Well, I was going to respond to an article but all interest in that is gone now. Instead I think I will talk about something that happened to Meg and I when we went to Fort William.
Well, we decided that after walking around the town that we would see a movie because most places were closed. I actually forget our exact reasoning for seeing a movie, but that is besides the point. We decided to see Fantastic Four because it was the only other movie playing besides Charlie and the Chocolate Factory which we had seen opening night in Stirling.
Anyway, on our way to the movie theater, I had stopped to look at poster about different tourist attractions. I noticed that there was a guy in a plaid flannel jacket and jeans with peppered gray hair leaning against the wall to the right of me which would have been behind him until I turned. I said, "I'm sorry am I in your way." He looked like he was struggling to me--he was, but it was due to complete drunkenness not some disability like I originally thought. Though, I suppose you could argue that that could be a disability.
His response was "No, No you actually helping me get up this hill here. I watchin your arse. Your arse. Is that what they call it your language?"
"I'm sorry"
"Arse! is that what they call it?"
I promptly resumed looking at the poster and looking confused until I thought it was safe to bid him good night and promptly walk to the movie theater. At which point he started following and when I looked back he had his arm out likely he was going to touch me.
I scurried my little arse right into the movie theater as he turned to go up the hill further. Once inside I turned to Meg and said, "Did he say what I think he did?" She said, " I don't know I was trying not to listen." ¶ 1:41 AM 0 Comments
Well, we decided that after walking around the town that we would see a movie because most places were closed. I actually forget our exact reasoning for seeing a movie, but that is besides the point. We decided to see Fantastic Four because it was the only other movie playing besides Charlie and the Chocolate Factory which we had seen opening night in Stirling.
Anyway, on our way to the movie theater, I had stopped to look at poster about different tourist attractions. I noticed that there was a guy in a plaid flannel jacket and jeans with peppered gray hair leaning against the wall to the right of me which would have been behind him until I turned. I said, "I'm sorry am I in your way." He looked like he was struggling to me--he was, but it was due to complete drunkenness not some disability like I originally thought. Though, I suppose you could argue that that could be a disability.
His response was "No, No you actually helping me get up this hill here. I watchin your arse. Your arse. Is that what they call it your language?"
"I'm sorry"
"Arse! is that what they call it?"
I promptly resumed looking at the poster and looking confused until I thought it was safe to bid him good night and promptly walk to the movie theater. At which point he started following and when I looked back he had his arm out likely he was going to touch me.
I scurried my little arse right into the movie theater as he turned to go up the hill further. Once inside I turned to Meg and said, "Did he say what I think he did?" She said, " I don't know I was trying not to listen." ¶ 1:41 AM 0 Comments
