Dollhouse rooms.

I took these a while ago and never got around to posting them. My mom keeps the dining room table set fancy like this all the time. I don't usually go in there. If I sneeze, the whole room will break. I think most houses in suburbia have this sort of room, the kind that you make purposefully unusable so you feel like you've got a big house with extra space.

Tom says this one ^ is a little creepy. He likes it.

Moving back to school soon. I have an unknown roommate. I hope she won't want me to party with her.

Eavesdropping in sushi joints.

Executive-looking twentysomething to friend: She's like four days past her due date. Actually, I probably shouldn't be here right now.

Adventure over. :c

Returned from my sojourn in Washington yesterday. That's twice in the last three months that I've had miles and miles of Florida waved in my face as I flew back in from wonderful, wonderful travels. I hate flying.

I have lots of pictures and stories from my trip, which I will write about and backdate so they're in proper order. That's probably one of the Seven Deadly No-Nos of Blogging, but oh well. I'd rather have them chronologically organised.

Eavesdropping at small-town fairs.

Middle-aged bicyclist woman: Yeah, all that testosterone I'm not supposed to have? I have it.

Eavesdropping in state parks.

Woman at the next campsite, to her nephew the birthday boy: When you turn five, yeah, you get more big-boy patience!

(This must be the first time she's met a five-year-old.)