Computer love .... naaaaaaah.

Back again, but with nothing that newsworthy yet, methinks.

I don’t know it’s student council or some other club in the school, but there’s this weird new trend in Westwood; iFlurtz. Even the name sounds …wrong. Why does bad spelling have such appeal for advertising?

It’s one of those stupid ‘find your perfect love match’ forms that you fill out and return for a chance to find your ‘match’ in the school. I, frankly, think it’s a waste of time and would rather spend my two bucks on something more beneficial. True, it may be amusing if you have the money to spend, but I find the concept pretty shallow as it is.

I mean, how could you love someone who is your exact match? It would be like dating your clone. It is an asset to have things in common, yes, but too much would get predictable and boring. I think there was an episode of Just Shoot Me about something like that.

When it comes to finding someone, I don’t trust computers to be a judge. They know nothing of friendly arguments, deep philosophical debates, or opposites attracting. I trust myself in those matters, and I think that I’ve managed quite well. I wouldn’t change it for anything.

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That, and today my art teacher told me that she had a dream about vampires trying to kill her … and I was one of them. Mrs. Shimmons the Vampire Slayer …. As Liz would say, twitchy. ^.^

Two more days …..

Butterfly ...

Today, when I was walking home, something interesting happened.

As I was walking up the driveway, I saw a butterfly. Just lying on the asphalt. It was a painted lady butterfly; we raised them as a class in grade four. Now, this is just odd. It's March, it's Fort McMurray. It's still fairly cool. The snow ony started melting a few days ago.

Aren't caterpillars supposed to come first? Don't butterflies hatch in the late spring and early summer?

How did a butterfly get here?

I picked it up, warmed it, and took a photo of it on the daffodils in the kitchen, just to remember it later. When I took it back outside to put on the fir tree (the warmest one, the closest to the house), it just flew away. I watched until I couldn't see it anymore.

How did a butterfly get here?

It was a beautiful thing, a splash of burning bright color in a drab and slushy day.

How did a butterfly get here?