zarina

Sitting at the computer in my schools library. My hands smell like developing chemicals and every time I bite my finger or rub my eye, a little smile comes across my face.

Photography is my one true love.

A lady came into my work the other day whom I've seen come in many times before. I always taken notice to her and given her happy smiles. I noticed that she was a dancer and always would come in with her dancer friends and buy them tea or coffee or whatever their little dancer hearts desired. Yesterday she started to run through choregraphy in her mind and did a bit in front of my till while waiting for me to give her her change. It made me smile. She noticed and explained that she had just taught a class. We got to talking and now I'm going to be taking ballet with her on friday's and I might be in her production in November as an extra as well.

I miss dancing so so so much.

After work I was waiting for the bus to take me to see Tegan and Sara (who were amazing as usual) and this old man came up to me that looked like a homeless version of Mr. Rogers. Except he was too well kept to be homeless, but had way too many dirty plastic bags filled with paper to not be. He commented that I had a nice "costume" and asked me if I was a student. When I told him I was he told me that that meant he had to make me a snowflake. He then took out a piece of paper that was already folded to be made into a snowflake. He cut it to look like a cat when folded, passed it to me, made some comment about hanging the cat and then went on his way.

Random cat snowflakes from a homeless version of Mr. Roger's are pretty fucking rad.

xoxo
-Zarina