FAMILY PORTRAIT

Good evening.

I see that you have come to partake in my birthday celebration. Very well. I, Emily, Lady of Cats, invite you to partake in the madness. The Siblings:

Pictured: Me, 22, Ben, 17, Greg, 19, Ila, 30, Marisa, 6 months

Not Pictured: Carl, 29, My Feet

They Say It's Your Birthday

BUT FIRST

And lastly, I blew out the candles. That's my grandmother.

Biker fairy princess Emily is twenty-two years old.

Then I tried on the leather jacket.

Woah, I can ride my motorscooter in style now!

Greg's speech in its entirety: Greater than goodness are the birthdays of my kin. So I shall speak of Emily, Lady of Cats. Few are the joys granted upon us mortals but when received are never forgotten. Thus I see all my family gathered to sing praises to you my sister. She owns the gift of speech and script. To the envious she is harsh, to those familiar to her forgiveness shall be swift. Blessings on your new hall and all those under it. We will treasure this year and all the rest until Ragnarok come."

The Emily is pleased by her younger brother's birthday speech.

Pictured above: My brothers and their girlfriends. Lady in the background is Teri, my aunt's latest venture.

I'm all twenty two and stuff, here are the pictures. Oh, and this blog sucks because the way it's set up I have to post things in the opposite of chronological order for them to come out right. For now, just pretend you've been reading backwards. Next time I'll get it right.

Some Guy Rehersing

Aim a camera at strange people

>.o

School

In class I stare out of the window all the time. This doesn't mean that I'm not paying attention. Sometimes squirrels play right outside where I could reach.

And now for some manicured campus turf.

The hedge path by the Student Union is always busy. I wonder what the statues are gossiping about? I always walk past this area when I want to get food at the Union.

Here's the Library.

A new pet!

This little guy is my new Flying Gecko. I have yet to name him. His hobbies include gliding toward people and biting them, trying to escape his terrarium, and staring people down with his beady, soulless eyes.

What should I name him?