I practice talking sometimes.

It's a little funny that way: I've worked over the air before, but I have such little confidence in my voice. I stutter. My lips or teeth or jaw have always felt awkward, and I'd even seen a speech therapist when I was young. The braces didn't help, and the full implications of "JAW SURGERY" hit me all at once about a month before it was supposed to happen. I'm also first-generation Canadian, and my parents have never been great with English. I don't know if that's why I took to music and drawing and literature and Math so eagerly.

I've always had a thing for expression, for communication. Anyone who knows me will also know I have a crush on Math for that very reason--among others.

I love that, in Math, any aspect of life or any thought can be modeled using these strange symbols and even stranger rules, both of which can be taught to anyone; ideas can be communicated, proven, or disproven, and even improved upon by any number of people also seeking to find the most perfect expressions.

It's a whole community devoted to perfect universal truths.

... Hehe!

Monday, October 8, 2007

Dressup!

Charissa dresses up!I was at work, wondering what I'd like to dress up as for Halloween. Even though I'm too old for trick-or-treat-ing, I still like to dress up for fun.

Last year, I went to University as a drunken wench--bottle and everything--which was neat, because we got our assignments back that day, and I got 100%.

I couldn't decide on a costume.


Charissa dresses up!
So I pondered......and pondered.
Aha!


Charissa dresses up! I decided I'd dress up as my dad!

Actually, that's not entirely accurate. I decided I'd dress up as one of those old-days Chinese martial artists -type guys; but when I grew out my goatee, I looked disturbingly like my father.

How appropriate for Halloween!

--Charissa!Posted by Picasa

Posted by Charlie at 4:44 PM

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