The zoo was awesome. It was rainy but I didn't really care; I love the rain. I brought my sketchbook along and drew as many animals as I could. I loved the crocodile demonstrations and the koalas and kangaroos were so cute that I had to resist the urge to pick them up and run. I wish I could have Steve Irwin's job. Maybe I can become besties with Bindi someday...
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Saturday, April 17, 2010
Saturday, April 17, 11:09pm
Day 17 - Australia Zoo
When they say it's interactive, they really mean it.
The zoo was awesome. It was rainy but I didn't really care; I love the rain. I brought my sketchbook along and drew as many animals as I could. I loved the crocodile demonstrations and the koalas and kangaroos were so cute that I had to resist the urge to pick them up and run. I wish I could have Steve Irwin's job. Maybe I can become besties with Bindi someday...
The zoo was awesome. It was rainy but I didn't really care; I love the rain. I brought my sketchbook along and drew as many animals as I could. I loved the crocodile demonstrations and the koalas and kangaroos were so cute that I had to resist the urge to pick them up and run. I wish I could have Steve Irwin's job. Maybe I can become besties with Bindi someday...
Friday, February 26, 2010
Mum's the Word

Do I have a sign on my back that says, "You can tell me anything"? Cause I certainly feel like I've become a confidante for a whole bunch of people all of a sudden. Last night I had a good heart to heart with a buddy of mine as we drove back from the temple. He's having girl issues and has been coming to me for advice lately. I really had no idea what to tell him because it sounds to me like his lady friend is just as confused as he is; if not, more. And when I got home from the temple, I had a call from another friend of mine with some family issues. Again, I wasn't entirely sure how to go about giving her advice, so I just decided to listen and offer a word of comfort here and there.
It's not that I don't like people coming to me for advice - don't get me wrong, it makes me feel pretty important - but I just can't figure out why they come to me. I've had a really easy life so far (knock on wood), so it's not like I can draw on personal experience to help these folks out. But I do try to be compassionate and I am pretty good at keeping it to myself if they want me to.
Maybe these people that are coming to me have tried going to other people before, but it didn't work out for them. Maybe they heard about me from some other people. They probably went to a friend for advice only to be referred to me...
Average Joe: "Hey, can I talk to you for a minute? I need some advice."
Plain Jane: "You can try, but I give crap advice."
Joe: "Oh. Do you know anyone who can help me?"
Jane: "Talk to Leinani. She's no Dr. Phil, but she worked wonders for me."
Next thing I know, I've got this Joe guy asking me what the best way is to get his girlfriend back. Trust me, I've never had to win back the heart of an ex-girlfriend before! But I'll try my best to help you out because who knows, maybe you'll be able to help me when I'm in need of some life advice.
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
My Future's Going Down the Crapper
The past three days have been pretty good. On Monday I improved my chess skills and got some FHE planning done with my Superpa and the other Mas and Pas. On Tuesday I met a boy after institute and hung out with my dad for the afternoon. Today I went driving with my grampa and he said that I drive well, hooray!
Yesterday my cousin was showing me a notebook she bought from the Calgary Zoo and it was so cool! The coolest thing about this notebook is that it was made out of elephant dung. Kinda gross if you think too hard about it, but I found it so fascinating. I was definitly nerding out. Wouldn't it be funny if I ditched my dreams of becoming a pharmacist to go study poop? That'd be an interesting conversation.
"So what do you do for a living?"
"I'm a scatologist*."
"That sounds interesting, what is that?"
"I study poop."
" . . . Oh that's - nice."
"Actually, it kind of stinks" (snicker, snicker)
It would also be a great way off putting off a guy that I'm not interested in... I'll be saving that for someone - special.
* Scatology is the study of feces. A scatologist is a person who studies feces. And feces is a fancy name for poop.
Yesterday my cousin was showing me a notebook she bought from the Calgary Zoo and it was so cool! The coolest thing about this notebook is that it was made out of elephant dung. Kinda gross if you think too hard about it, but I found it so fascinating. I was definitly nerding out. Wouldn't it be funny if I ditched my dreams of becoming a pharmacist to go study poop? That'd be an interesting conversation.
"So what do you do for a living?"
"I'm a scatologist*."
"That sounds interesting, what is that?"
"I study poop."
" . . . Oh that's - nice."
"Actually, it kind of stinks" (snicker, snicker)
It would also be a great way off putting off a guy that I'm not interested in... I'll be saving that for someone - special.
* Scatology is the study of feces. A scatologist is a person who studies feces. And feces is a fancy name for poop.
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