Saturday 31 March

Oftentimes I'll come home and I'll know that Celeste has recently been there because the house smells like cigarettes and peanut butter.

I have had fairly good luck with the gentlemen. Over time, this has led me to speculate that I must be pretty*, or personable or maybe even that word had gotten around that I was a slut. Yesterday someone asked me out on a blind date on the strength of my English tutoring ad. This isn't even the first time something like this has happened (see the events of Tuesday 26 December 2006). This has made me realise that who I am may have absolutely no relation to my luck with the gentlemen. There are two people out there who in the last three months have wanted to go out with me without ever having talked to me, seen me, or heard that I was a slut. It makes me wonder.

*I also have this theory that if you're in the flower of your youth, as I and most of my friends are, you're probably attractive unless you're seriously deformed.

Thursday 29 March

A colony of sugar ants has been living in Celeste's and my house for some time. At first I ignored them and occasionally killed them when they got in my way. Recently I have made peace with the ants. While I may pay rent for the house, I feel the ants have as much right to live there as I do. They are fellow citizens of the planet, after all, and the house was probably built on their nest in the first place. I have moved the rubbish bin closer to their nest, both for their convenience and so they don't track a line over the kitchen floor. This has meant they have been attacking our food less, although they have also been attacking our washing up less which is unfortunate. They are sticking to their part of the house and we are sticking to ours (read: trying not to step on them). With a few hiccups, mostly caused by a lack of communication, things have been going well with the ants.

Recently I picked up the rubbish bin to find underneath some considerably less welcome guests - maggots. I thought I was going to have to get out the vacuum cleaner, but to my delight the ants quickly surrounded them. It was an exciting fight. The maggots were significantly bigger than the ants, but the ants had more numbers. The maggots were desperately fighting for their lives, while the ants with cold determination were fighting for their next meal. Ants would run at the maggots and cling on with their pincers. The maggots would desperately thrash around throwing ants off. In every case the outcome was decided when one brave ant would go right up to the maggot and bite it in the face. Quite a shocking display, yes, but this was war. In the end the ants won, carting the maggots off to their nest. I like to think that they had a victory feast where they toasted the brave face-biting warriors, but they probably didn't.

I don't know how I will feel about the ants in the future. Not being able to communicate with them is still a big issue. Right now, however, they are heroes, they are friends and they are fascinating fellow residents.

Monday 26 March
The wind feels magical

I have been having a lot of fun with the scanner my father lent me.

Some cool graffiti that I found

A close up of the picture that I took of the fairy that lives in my garden

I liked this guy's face. I like the photo even more because it has captured the facial expression that someone gets when a stranger comes up to them and says "I like your face, may I take a photo of it?".

I have also added some more photographs to my photos page. I moved them around a bit, but don't be too confused.

Sunday 25 March

There are five new photographs up at my photos page here.